Self-Indulgence

I've started taking photos of things I like, simply because I like them. It's a nice sort of freedom really. Instead of buying something in order to enjoy it, I simply snap a copyright-infringing photo and post it on my blog and I've satiated my need for new. Uh, kind of.

These houses on my street are painted in Easter eggshell colors. In the morning, when it's still clear and cold, they look especially pretty.

Big bowls at a little cafe in Chelsea hold large peeled grapefruits and oranges, celery, carrots and many other juice-able items ready for the juicing.

Alice and Astrid is about 150 yards from my house. Astrud was there last time I was perusing and upsold me on this charming pink number below, and the little lavender filled bird on the hanger. Astrud designs her own fabrics and aspires to three core elements: cosy, glamorous and beach. She was calling my name.


I haven't worn this little silk thing yet cause it's 50 fricken degrees outside, so I've just left it out and hanging in hopes of a warming future, or at least one where I don't have to wear wool or feathers to keep warm.

And finally, this chair made of a tree truck. It looks cosy, like a bean bag. In my mind I see myself curled up in it, looking fabulous and drinking tea. Then, I remember it's wood, and is closer kin to an aggressive church pew than a bean bag. Whatever. A girl's gotta have a dream.