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Sunday Inspiration: Scones and New York Times Style

February 27, 2011

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It was time to slow down. My body said so. So what should have been a productive Sunday turned into a day of basking in self-proclaimed weekend duties: baking and reading the New York Times Style Magazine. Stripes, bold colors, vintage inspired travels… I folded numerous page corners down to remind myself to go back […]

Finding Warmth: A Study in Yellow

February 26, 2011

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After a day of biking in a snowstorm — practically unheard of in Portland — I was delighted at the early rays of sunshine that shone through my window this morning. The air is bitter cold, but the sky is blue and the sun sneaks its way through the branches. In my layers of wool, […]

Brita Sweden

January 27, 2011

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More on the textile inspiration front. Came across Brita Sweden this week and can’t get enough of it. Colors, colors, colors… perfect for the gray of winter!

HAPPYsthlm

January 13, 2011

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Thanks to Design Sponge for pointing out HAPPYsthlm‘s new collection. So many beautiful textiles. Combining the creativity of a product designer, textile designer and a silversmith, HAPPYsthlm is the perfect trio of design, and their work sings of a Swedish summer afternoon. Which I love.

Handprinted is Best

January 11, 2011

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Sometimes the best Christmas presents are the ones you get a few weeks late. These lovely tea towels, handprinted by my business partner fit perfectly in the kitchen. Thanks Emily!

Christmas Prints

December 19, 2010

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There’s been a constant creative mess in my apartment lately. In the midst of to do lists and finishing up work projects for the year, it’s nice to have something to pick up in the few spare moments of the day. Enter Christmas cards. Actually, I don’t do Christmas cards. At least not in the […]

St Lucia Celebration with Saffron Cake

December 13, 2010

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In the midst of the pitch black of a winter morning, my mother would gently knock on my door. Propping it open, she would quietly walk away, leaving only the melodic sounds of Lucia sÃ¥ngen. I would rub my eyes and sleepily crawl out of bed. Outside my door, a white robe was carefully hung, […]