Deer Scouts

Oh, little deer friends on each side of a collar. Could there be any more en"deer"ing collars? I haven't made that pun before. I've come across a lot of collars that are just too agressive to wear. Let's be honest, it's a collar. A collar is associated with little puppies, isn't it? At least that's how I like to imagine them. I don't feel particularly in the mood, ever, to wear leather collars with studs and/or statement bullets lacing the edges. But das just me.

Camp fire scarf! Please, please, please. I used to be a brownie so that I could wear those adorable pink shirts, I deserve this. 

Courtesy of Book of Deer, most charming online shopfront I've come across in a while.

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The Christmas Frenzy

Easily one of my favourite things about Christmas season, aside from the cranberry red Starbucks cups peeking out behind mitten wearing hands, and the velvety voice of Michael Bublé crooning away during almost every hour of the day, is the sudden reappearance of the most loveable and dainty creatures of winter folk tales - reindeer.

And, at least where I'm from, I rarely get to see deer. They've become something of a mystery to me. So magical in their presence! So it's only suiting they come out to play during Christmas.

ABC House & Home

I want you all in my home immediately. 

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At first glance, it looks like they're falling from far away and it's actually a little exhilarating and scary at the same time. They look so animalistic, as if they're really curious to see the photographer in their domain.

Boyish charm, boyish bruises.

I've always loved bumble bees.

Girlish whim, girlish bubblegum 

Adventures in the eyes of children are always so much more theatrical.

Kitty, kitty, whatchu lookin' at?

The black lines make this dress - I think they add a much needed sense of structure and elegance.

Balla!!

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{All from my tumblr, don't own any of these photos!}

Life Updates & Inspiration Clusters of Goodness

A few mornings ago, I opened my eyes to a mischievous, dancing trickle of light on the arm chair next to my bed. Initially, gotta say, I was like, "Yes, proof of fairies," but then I emerged out of my dreams and propped myself up to pull up the blinds and HALLELUJAH IT'S THE SUN! THE SUN HAS COME FOR ALL TO SEE! Wait no, THE SUN HAS COME BECAUSE I'M HEALTHY AGAIN! MOTHA NATURE, I LOVE YOU, BABY GIRL!

Because that's obviously how I sound when I'm excited.

Here are some bohemian ladiez who I'd kind of like to join in the sun.

Wizard sleeves are always a do, especially in a forest, because then you legitimately feel like a wizard gone off to concoct potions and ride deer or unicorn.

This splash would be beyond epic. Colours soaring gleefully through the air, or a hypnotic ripple of a rainbow pulsing away from you.

JESUS HORSE! He's going to greet the wizard in the forest.

Anyways, everyone had been waiting for the return of our glorious sun for, well, summer time obviously, and so right when I was feeling healthy again, I open my blinds and you can see why I would think it was a present directly from Mother Nature to me. 

I've just been knocked out for about a week, literally isolated into the depths of my groggy, most likely hazey bedroom with strep throat. My brother said he thought I was just out for two days with friends because he hadn't seen me. Nope! Just having some one-on-one time with me and my disgustingly sick self. She's not a fun time. Don't let her fool you. I will not be seeing her again for as long as I can. 

Now, aside from my ramblings and updates, here is the...

Inspiration Cluster of Goodness!

She is exactly how I would like to imagine myself looking with a pixie, but somehow I don't think it'd look as adorably impish on me. 

I would never remove myself from this impossibly soft sweater, I know it.

What I'm listening to right now, by the way.

Just some models lost in the city of love. Really digging the denim jacket on mint. And the red lip, of course, always fitting with the cherry moped in the back.

But coral is my true love. Did you ever get underwear sets when you were a little girl, one for every day of the week? I was religiously dedicated to wearing the right pair on the right day, otherwise I'd feel like I was painted neon with flashing lights screaming, "WRONG. WRONG. WRONG." Perhaps that's an OCD tendency. Anyways, I can see the letters sewn into the back of this dress, "Sunday", most likely in a dainty cursive font, and I'd stroll down the sun kissed streets every Sunday with a little birdie on my shoulder to fetch croissants. Weo!

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{1, 2 - unknown, 3 - alexandravalenti, 4 - LF Stores, 5 - Bohemian Daydream, 6 - StreetStyle, 7 - FromNorth, 8 - mytumbla,  9 - Free People, 10 - liamsawthis, 11 - LF Stores}

ps. a wonderful cluster of these pictures were found from Bohemian Daydream, a new favourite of mine!

The Antlers and Some Goodies

Listen to the lyrics.

A few nights ago I was up late chatting with a friend, and the topic of music came up.

Always a casual subject, I was expecting an exchange of songs, and that would be it. 

I was saying how if you listen to Bon Iver's Blood Bank at the same time as Rainy Mood, it can lull you to sleep within minutes. He agreed. "But nothing will ever come close to The Antlers."

Here are the lyrics.

...and he was right. I have been completely wooed.
It isn't often that music can actually hypnotize me enough so that if I lay down and listen to it, I can just let their lyrics breathe through me, the delicate notes of piano acting as a heartbeat to their message. Their music is beautiful.

Please listen to these songs! I hope it shall resonate with you as deeply as it has with me. *read in an elderly English accent for most impact*



Anyways, it's good to be home. I've spent the last week reading To the Lighthouse, sipping variations of David's Tea (can't get any better than this), watching Pride & Prejudice over and over (don't ask why, not sure myself, I was just obsessed) and playing Kettering on the piano, but the internet connection has been a sketchy, disappointing situation so I couldn't post anythang.

But YO! Because I have abandoned you unexpectedly for a week, I fully intend to make up for that by making this post full of equally unexpected goodies. 

Ilana Kohn, Spring '12

Ilana Kohn, you too have wooed me with your breezy tops and sundresses. Something about watching Keira Knightley wander through the knolls of the English countryside in those simple, high waisted dresses make me want to throw away my entire wardrobe and replace them with summer dresses fit for six glorious weeks of July spent in a French chateau. Really not too much to ask.

Bzrbzr Ombre Tights

Ombre tights are easily my newest obsession. Scrolling down past each photo was like watching a flower bloom in slow motion, a little in awe... at tights. Aka Tiffany Ju has made tights into something of an art and that is no small feat, I'm sure.

Slash this song came on and I found it quite suitable. Refer to the line: "...and you can walk your long legs, baby, right out of my life."

Scout & Catalogue, Spring '12

If I could look anywhere near as effortlessly cool as this girl, then I'm sold. This photo shoot was apparently shot entirely in the dead of winter, but they've achieved such a dainty, spring-like vibe to it all with her distressed blonde hair, the pastel palette, and the happy splash of vibrant ocean colours.

LAS Jewelry

Okay, who doesn't want a wolf eating their finger as a ring. That isn't a question on purpose. I already know the answer. And note the battle wounds on the ears of the rabbit, what a unique touch to an already whimsical piece itself. 

Erin Wasson for Zadig & Voltaire

Here are a few goodies hand picked from her shots for Zadig & Voltaire, Summer '12 collection. What did I take from these photos? 

a. I want her hair (...slash her face in general, and her ability to look so absolutely laid back while maintaining that rocker, bad-ass look).

b. This will be my French vacation home I was mentioning earlier. Oh golly jee willickers, guys, just bought it, so excited!

and c. Above all, I need Zadig & Voltaire in my summer wardrobe, stat. 

This has to be the most ornate, stunning, intricate fireplace I have ever seen. Talk about paying attention to details. It's honestly a form of art in this room, I can't take my eyes off it. 

Mmm, greenery. Come to mama! I would be so at peace working here. Kudos to the architect who intentionally forgot a wall, pretty brilliant.

ILa Boom Shadow Boxes (found via Happiness is...)

D'aaaw. I can already a picture an entire wall dedicated to these enchanting shadow boxes, in an otherwise totally minimalist room. Very scandinavian, eh? 

Oh, and ps, be prepared to be washed over with envy. The creator of these gems lives on a small cycladic sland, Antiparos, with the Aegean sea stretching beyond her view for miles upon miles, acting as her inspiration and source of calm. Wow. 

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Until next time, I bid you adieu.

That was my cat alter ego speaking.

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