This week the heat wave ended. The hydrangeas under the back stairs faded from bright pink to mauve. And a few nights ago, a cool dewy breeze foreshadowed fall. I refuse to take their melancholy hints; autumn really is a long way off. Only in late September do classes resume and temperatures drop. But the light in the kitchen on Wednesday afternoon was disconcertingly fall-like, warm and quickly fading. It made for a certain haziness in these photos. But still, in all the layers of white you find summer once again; everything seems sensibly engineered for lightness and cool - walls like cream organdy, the openwork of paper doilies, the midair suspension of scalloped lace. The garland is for Project Wedding - it's so simple to make and equally lovely to sit under whether your watching a bride walk down the aisle or the day fade into dusk outside the back door.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The weekend felt like a welcome pause, suspended somewhere between Friday and Monday, like a coastal haze in July, at once heavy and light. Sunday afternoon brimmed with the stuff summer is made of, seaside amusement parks, sandy hot dog stands, and the far off tinkle of a carousel organ. We channeled childhood on the swing sets at the old Muscle Beach, waded in the Pacific and rode the Ferris wheel after dark - thus crossing that "first summer in Los Angeles" rite of passage, off our lists. At the end of the day, two utterly exhausted girls returned to Apt. 10 and emptied cameras full of pictures.
I like to think about what it was like in the old days, the women with Edwardian hats and billowing skirts in an opening day promenade, the raucous of be-knickered little boys clamoring for a ride on the Whirlwind Dipper, the vanished La Monica ballroom, echoing twenties jazz and wartime swing across the water, the waves and the decades rolling by.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Last Saturday was as lazy a day as I've had in a while; I was home for the weekend, and decided to while away the afternoon outside, picking lemons and spearmint, running around on the grass with my terrier and watching a giant jar of tea steep in the sun. It was a true summer day - long, light, hot and carefree. With the rest of the weekend I reunited with old friends, roasted marshmallows over backyard bonfires and found myself greeting great aunts and second cousins at a huge family barbecue. Anyway, with summer, iced tea sipping and entertaining on the agenda I came up with these swizzle sticks for Project Wedding. Set a bundle of these little beauties out at the drink table, alongside some alphabet stickers to ensure your guests don't misplace their glasses. Get the details and more inspiration at Project Wedding!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Lately I've been loving the city: driving down the Sunset strip on the way home from work, taking my pick of weekend flea markets and discovering a fabric shop on the Westside. But there's still no place like your hometown for the Fourth of July, so that's just where we went for the long weekend - home to open lanes, open land and the Terrace Park fireworks. I brought along vintage trims in red white and blue (all from a box of old notions I found several weeks ago at the flea market). I decided to hand stitch them together to make a trio of tricolor cockades, which are quite fittingly, a very 18th century piece of insignia.
"It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with ...Bells, Bonfire and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more." John Adams to Abigail, July 3, 1776