Hideaway Spot

Hello all, I like this little hideaway spot. If this were in my house I'd lay on the couch reading books or napping all day.

I think the rough wooden floor is gorgeous, I love natural aspects like that in a house.

If I could I'd probably live in a treehouse.

Oh, Happy Friday. Hope you find love or happiness or giggles today

What are your plans for the weekend?

We "Tote"ally Want One!

If you're anything like us, you love a great tote. They are the perfect way to schlep your life around in style, from groceries to laptops, totes are a must. We stumbled across some of the coolest one's we've ever seen today and we are already dying for one!
Henri Bendel (the most legit accessories department store EVER) has teamed up with Glamour Magazine and released six super cool canvas bags featuring renderings from some of the most sought after designers. Cushnie et Ochs, Prabal Gurung, Fenton Fallon, Suno, Toni Maticevski, and Genevieve Jones have all placed a sketch on the bag for all to admire (Parabal's is even two sided). The best part? Yes, it does get better, Glamour is donating %100 of the proceeds to the Audubon Society, which is a non-profit organization dedicated to birds and wildlife conservation. Audubon initiatives this year also aid oil spill disaster recovery in the Gulf of Mexico. Sounds pretty amazing to us!
Another great tip is that Bendel's online shop is giving shoppers an extra 10% off your purchase if you enter the code word LABORDAY, plus free shipping....yeah no excuse not to grab one before they are gone, all while helping out the earth and our feathered friends.

Check it out! Which one do you love the most?

Genevieve Jones

Prabal Gurung

Fenton Fallon

Toni Maticevski

Suno

Cushnie et Ochs

A. Thought

This morning, I was lying awake in bed, feeling warm and safe in the arms of the lovely drummer boy when some words ran across my mind.

I thought I'd share them here seeing as writing more for me was one of my September Resolutions from yesterday,

His fingers in mine,

we lay there.

he, fast asleep in our wrapped up warmth

and I intent on listening.

the traffical trucks & motors grumble past:

a layer beneath the calls and falls of the outside birds,

heartbroken yet able to soar.

And this is the meaning of just one of my lives.

The others for now, forgotten.

Hope you like them.