Saturday, October 25, 2008

Paper Leaf Garland {Tutorial}

Ever gone in search of a last-minute seasonal project, only to find yourself thinking aloud in exasperation, "Why no, I don't happen to have a yard of bright orange denim, four to six ounces of beeswax and a bag of reindeer moss"? Of course there's a time and place for planning out your crafty endeavors and following through, but once in a while it's nice to feel what you're making is as effortlessly attainable as the instructions imply. So, without further ado, I bring you what I promise will be the simplest thing to ever masquerade as a craft project. Dreamed up by me, while trapped in the library during midterm season. It's fun, lovely, minimal and simple. One might even venture to attach the word elegant, but it's just such a humble creation it seems almost contradictory - after all, all you need is plain old white paper, scissors and a few dabs of white glue.
Click the the button above to download the free .pdf file (make sure you have Adobe Acrobat Reader installed). Each sheet includes printed instructions and will make approximately two and a half feet of garland. Wishing you cozy Halloween evenings filled with pumpkin carving and garland making!
P.S. If you make a garland of your own post some photos so I can include a link to them here. I'd love to see the results! ♥ Gorgeous photos of the finished garland on a rustic mantle at LilyBonBon.Lovely lengths of garland at The Mouse

Friday, October 24, 2008

Mail Call

There's still something to be said for old-fashioned mail. It may not be instantaneous or high tech, but that just might be what makes it so grand. I wanted to share some lovely deliveries I've gotten recently. I was the lucky winner of a giveaway celebrating Green Porch-Lights Prints inclusion in the "Making It" weekly series at Heart Handmade. Tina sent me a lovely package of paper goods including several of her gocco cards. I adore the "Deco the Halls" holiday greeting (pictured in one of the Polaroid frames above)- it reminds me so much of that 1932 yearbook I shared last fall. Rounding out the mailbox surprises, I also received one of the "Leaves are Falling" Penny Playlists from Blaze Danielle's Etsy shop. Thanks so much to both of you ladies!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

|Muse|um: Museum Weather

The afternoon air was lovely today; cool and crisp in the shade of Kerckhoff Hall's Gothic spires, warm and golden beyond it's trepid shadows. It was pleasant to sit on a low stone wall, reading in the sun, listening to the anticipatory chatter of passersby - talk of the big bonfire, debate over whether we'll beat Stanford, and the whirr of bicycle peddles. I half expected to look up and see those visages from the yearbook archives, sporting crew cuts and sorority cardigans. Yes, autumn is certainly setting in. And I've been soaking it up, in all it's bookish, brick and ivy glory, taking advantage of blustery gray days to venture out to studious destinations. And now, photos from a recent Saturday at the Getty:
Left: One of my favorite paintings in the collection. So often Dutch still life is dark and brooding, only an orange citrus fruit or a piece of steely pewter punctuates the blackness. But this one (Fruit Piece, Jan van Huysum), is so unabashedly colorful. Pink peonies and round green grapes, deep violet plums and a bright blue iris, bursts of red foliage and the rosy interior of a succulent pomegranate, all so vividly lifelike, flawlessly detailed. Right: In the gardens, a red orange rose.
{Top} Left: Cover of special exhibit booklet, Sur le motif: Painting in Nature around 1800. A small exhibit - my favorite part was a collection of several Prix de Rome sketchbooks, open to yellowed pages with airy sketches of Doric columns and ancient ruins rising out of an Italian landscape. Right: Stairwell.
{Middle}
Left: Cheerful bursts of pink dahlias in the garden; my favorite photo of the day. Right: A pink silken chair in the decorative arts gallery.
{Bottom} Left: Fallen leaf and water's edge, in the garden. Right: Cover of special exhibit booklet, Bernini and the Birth of Baroque Portrait Sculpture. Rooms of white three marble masterpieces on white plaster pedestals, lit from above, stark and vivid against walls of gray blue and slate.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Wear Some Flowers {Trip Part II}

The concluding post on San Francisco {peruse Part I here if you missed it} featuring the Conservatory of Flowers and the Palace of Fine Arts. It's kind of a belated reflection on a late summer's trip, and as such it's acquired an altered perspective - like gazing back through a lens tinged with the warm deep tones of autumn, trying in vain to see the bright blues and greens of a season growing ever fainter in memory.Chapter 3: The Conservatory & The Cabinet
She paused to watch the glistening beads of condensation collecting on the glass. A thousand little orbs gathered on the pane, languidly slipping toward the mossy floor as the weight of heat and damp grew too oppressive. Specimens of the tropics lined the slickened path. They spilled out of great stone urns and toppled from hanging baskets. But what lay just ahead was perhaps most curious; a stately old cabinet loomed upward toward the glassy sky of ribbed vaulting. On its weathered hardwood shelves, a collection of flowering plants boasted petals of red, violet and gold, and at its greatest heights were floating spheres of dark glossy leaves.Chapter 4: The Lost City & The Capital
Finally the girl and the boy came to a place where vast colonnades rose above the placid waters of a blue-green pond. A pair of swans moved noiseless on the water, a torrent of fountain spray plunged in silence back to its origins, and even the dried yellow foxtails refused to rustle as they quivered in a silent wind. In the light of late afternoon, the travelers circled the lake weaving in and out of shadows that stretched across the sand. After a time, the girl stood still and reverent before a lofty column. At its height, the warm sullen stone erupted into bouquets of volutes and acanthus leaves. And, the girl thought decidedly: in all art's history, there could never be a more immortal ornament.