Oh my beauty. There is no way I could ever actually maintain a house that looked this pristine, but a girl can dream right? The high window in the kitchen makes my heart melt. As does the painted clay exterior. This house is on the greek island of Tinos. Read more here.
| Do you want to be buried with my people dear?" was the look in your eyes.
We can rest our bones side by side in the dirt up yonder high.
Cannot believe it was you I sensed and sung to all my life.
Arms that held me never worked before until I was held by you.
I have a suspicion you just could be my missing part.
It's so fun to see me being me along side you. |
This evening was filled with beautifully loud, yet mellow serenades from Scout Niblett at Portland's Mississippi Studios. I made it into the bar, but nearly missed out on the show thanks to a great friend who popped into town to say goodbye on her way out of the NW. Thank goodness I slipped in to see Scout play because she performed one of my all time favorites- Do You Want to be Buried with My People Dear? This song alone is worth the 12 bucks. Oh good god, so many heart crushing lyrics.
I love this video of her live performance. Eyes shut the entire time. Singing all the parts to what is usually a duet with Will Oldham. Not to mention she is a pretty badass lady who can really scream her lungs out when not rambling romances.
Love love love Vanessa Bruno's campaign videos. The soundless screaming. Lou Doillon's bluesy, air-guitar-playing interlude. Flour stomps, reverses, and ruining extremely expensive clothing. Yes.
This little lady you may be familiar with after her appearance in the NYT last year. With my 23rd coming up, I have decided to cave and buy myself her Brobdingnagian Hat. That huge pompom has been on my mind for over a year now. It is everything I need to satisfy my self-image this winter. My head just feels more complete with an overwhelmingly large puff of yarn resting atop it.
Just scavengered this from one of my favorite sites - The Selby. I am always inspired by people obviously doing what they love. Waking up to the sunrise and drinking coffee with the bees sounds like a dream. My only attempt at surfing last summer in Ecuador proved that I am not cut out to be a surfer bum. Maybe I should just focus on honing my sandcastle-building skills and then open up a guacamole stand outside NY.
