Partially intended for documentation and partially for next year's Christmas cards, I am really, really happy with the results of my labors.
Studio at 317. Phoenixville.
10 pounds of potatoes, 30 dollars worth of American cheese, 8.5 batches of dough, 365 pierogies and 290 bubulkies were rolled, filled and pinched by aunts, mom and myself.
I had my 27th birthday dinner at the fabulous and brilliant Bolete Restaurant back in early September.
My mom's house, immaculately decorated according to the seasons and always sparkling clean, feels like walking into a magazine spread.
The world’s foremost outfitters has fabulous and enviable collection of taxidermy. While this year my new task to learn will be beekeeping, taxidermy isn’t too far down on the list. Perhaps 2012 will bring me the skills to stuff an animal in realistic pose. Tweet
As I have mused before, I suspect that one's sense of how to construct space is handed down, absorbed even, from those in our lives that shape us. I am no exception to this. In fact, I may be a shining, gleaming example of this.
In our interior lives, how much of our personal aesthetics are born from people that came before us?
Nonna and Jeff’s. Durham. Tweet
I have been musing lately on the construction of home and what it says about the person doing the building of the interior of a house. I see the deliberate (and haphazard) placing of objects as a way to interrupt the inner life of the decorator.