I love going pumpkin picking although I have to admit that I have not had a chance to go this year. Choosing a pumpkin is a rather personal thing, don’t you agree? Have you picked your pumpkin and do you carve your pumpkin?
Maybe a basket of gourds and pumpkins is more your thing? Whatever you decide, embrace the season and all the bounty of Autumn.
Signs. Signs say so much. Signs tell us where to go, what to do, to stop and to identify a place. Without signs we would be lost. Lately, I have been getting some incredible signs from the Universe and this one from Ramsign is one that I need to share as Ramsign is giving away a sign to one of you today! Leave a comment below as to what sign you would choose? Hop on over to Ramsign right now and see a wonderful site full of signs that take me away to far away places. Thank-you Ramsign for this wonderful sign! Happy October the 14th!
We were so delighted to be whisked away for a weekend at the amazing Fogo Island Inn. You are probably wondering, where is Fogo Island? Well it is one of the four corners of the Earth and quite the trek to get there but the cozy touches and the incredible people of the Island make you feel right at home and apart of something whole. The morning trug of coffee or tea, a hand made treat and partridgeberry jam is delivered to your door. Hand made quilts adorn each and every room. Wood burning fireplaces are ready to be lit upon request by hand and hand made furniture painted in a rainbow of colors certainly gives one the feeling of a simpler time. A time where one honors one’s neighbors and celebrates the little things and all things made by hand.
Returning home to America, I suddenly crave a simpler life filled with arts and crafts and vistas that are not only breathtaking but good for the soul. Where have you traveled that felt far away but close to your heart?
The first time I attended an Autumn tailgate, I truly thought I had gone to heaven. Some are pre-game to get the festivities in gear and some are after or during an event. The set ups can be lavish or rather creative using plaid blankets, old leather luggage or baskets to carry all the goodies. Mugs and piping hot cider, trays of cheeses and fresh fruit. Mulled wine or an Autumn Sangria in a carafe or pitcher and styled with sunflowers, pumpkins and a dog or two can be the perfect Autumn welcome to a Homecoming game.
What is your favorite thing to bring to a tailgate?
One of the best things about being an artist is making friends with other artists and being there for one another. If you don’t already know my fabulous friend Jeanne, well you should! Here is the link to her site. I lost track of how many paintings Jeanne has created but she has been on point daily to keep her brushes in the paint and truly her works embody the dreamier side of life.
Lots of pretty pink flowers, zesty lemons, fresh figs and an occasional glass of bubbly certainly inspire a kinder and gentler life. The best part of sharing Jeanne’s art is having the chance to become friends through our blogs. Our first meet-up was over a yummy gruyere grilled cheese in Manhattan and at the time Jeanne was still holding down a full time job with the dreams and desires to pursue her painting career full throttle and on her own terms. It takes work to follow one’s dreams, and to witness a heart flourish and find time to create an artful life, well – it’s just wonderful!
Jeanne and I had a fantastic trip to London where we attended a Workshop for creatives which was wonderful. We shared smiles, laughter and even a few tears but the best by far was sharing paint and our journey as artists.
Today, over 20 original works of Jeanne’s art is available at the hip and happening Furbish Studio at 11. The holidays are coming and what a gift to give art, perhaps you might want to treat yourself or a friend. I feel incredibly blessed to have Jeanne in my life. I wish Jeanne and Furbish a wonderful collaboration.
Everyone I speak to (including me) is ready to Welcome the month of October. I am scouting for a pretty Autumn wreath for my front door. Even if you live in an apartment, your door can don a wreath or Autumn swag.
I love this one with all the golden hues. Do you have an Autumn wreath on your door? One that says “Welcome and I’m so glad I live in a world where there’s October.”
I truly enjoy providing a personal touch and offering a personal service to every order. Clients seem to really appreciate the extraordinary touches in today’s mass produced world. It does involve energy, care, and in the end makes me happy when I see it all come together. Contact me if you are interested in the art of custom bespoke paper, note cards, hostess tags.
Happy Friday. Wishing everyone a fabulous day and weekend. Take time to smile and share love.
I spotted this lovely topiary and thought that in a few weeks time, we will need to bring plants from the outside in before the first frost. I am loving this gray palette and shelves that can display books and or art. Fall seems like a nice time to display books or tackle projects to give a room a fresh start. Do you have any new projects you are working on or new books you are reading.
I just finished “When Breath becomes Air.” It’s not a very big book, but leaves an everlasting impression of how a terminal illness prognosis can change one’s perspective and outlook on life. Today is a gift, embrace every moment, sip every breath.
Top Image via Stylizimoblog.
Today we are all remembering 9/11. Watching the ceremony today as names are announced and tears are shed, makes me sad and proud to be an American. I will never forget that day. As one of the announcers spoke, get involved, be a part of your community, engage and volunteer with others. We all seek unity, community and peace. Let us never forget. Let us remember 9/11.
Pardon me while I have a “blog moment” and grapple with the keeping of this blog. As many of you know who keep a blog, it does take a huge amount of time and effort and with other things that seem to be drawing our attentions such as instagram – it seems there are less comments than back in the hey day of blogging. When my blog began, it was a way to connect and to share and that is still number one. I will continue to blog and on a weekly basis with more reflective posts and as a way for me to have a record or a journal if you will. Sharing moments, art and things that keep me going.
The other day, my daughter, now a Senior in high school rattled off a few of the fad things that she had to have and now looks back as crazy, like the doodle bands, the kooky pens, the blue streak in her hair and we did have a good laugh. But you see to me, all the phases and desires we have in this life shape us into who we are and I would not change any of the crazy wants or rants. We can all relate to some of the things that might not have been good choices but when we get caught up and everyone else has that thing, it seems the frenzy of want is collective. Maybe a blog was like this too. But I love to think of my blog as a lit candle and the more blog friends I have made over the years have added to the light and the warmth which has given me momentum and more. Much more than I ever imagined is because of the many blog moments share with each of you.
So, for those of you who are popping in for the first time – Welcome. To those of you who know me and I hope love me, Thank-you. Thank-you for allowing me to share my life, my art, my many varied interests. I appreciate each of you and can not even begin to list the myriad of ways your comments have spurred me on and been like a gentle hug of encouragement.
Only two days ago, I was standing in my kitchen and I burst into tears. My daughter screamed to my husband, “Daddy, Mommy is crying- again!” Then I started laughing as we hugged one another and said – “I am having a moment” – A moment of lasts with her and a moment of flash backs of memories of being a Mom, an artist, balancing life, work, volunteering, friends and all the ups and downs of daily living. At times, this blog may have been “annoying” to my family just as the crazy desires that they have had and will continue to have. We all are allowed to have moments and memories.