When?

If Wishes Were Horses...

"Every passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around." Another cold, blustery day in late November warmed only by homemade soup, sweet friends, and good movies. Oh, wishes... were they horses, this beggar would ride... all the way to the moon.

Voice Like Silver

A room with a window facing west, toward the sea
You with your hands across your chest, facing me
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don't think that I can do this anymore.
La la la la la la la.... la la laaaa.

Wrapped Around Your Finger (falling fast)

Tread Lightly

Lost in the Woods

Summer Star-flower Birds

Home is wherever I'm with you

Too soon parted

I dreamed a dream I saw you.
You were dancing like you do.
Flowers bloomed,
my heart sank
because none of it was true.
The next time that we're near, dear,
I can promise this:
I’ll never send
you off again
without
giving you a kiss.

A reverie indulged in while awake

Dear You

Ride A White Swan

Poppies On Fire

Wanderlust

Snow Dear

Curious Love Letter

Every blink is a thought. Every sigh is a memory.
Blink, blink, blink. Sigh, sigh, sigh....

California Poppy

A year since I've been back in California. The poppy fields are in full springtime bloom, almost as if the hills are ablaze in an electric neon orange fire. So glad to be home. So good to remember New York City. My heart lives on two coasts.

A Trip Around the Sun

Another trip around the sun, accompanied by the moon, the stars, and you. Thank you for your love, your support, and your warmth, dear friends. XO

Stella Page Design

Spring certainly has sprung, and along with it a whole new collection from international handbag diva, Stella Page. Visit her website at www.stellapagedesign.com to shop the fabulous collection of handbags, totes, wallets, lipstick cases, mirrors and more. Stella is a true star (and a dear friend), so don't miss out on her amazing, artful creations. They're pretty. They're lovely. They're sure to make your wardrobe, and your season, complete.
Yours truly, Little Red Writing Hood XO

Picture for the day

Boom. Thud. Thud.

so there is this monkey.
no, there are these elephants.
this room full of elephants.
they are troubled elephants and they're in the hospital to be treated for their... aggravation.
don't worry.
they've all been sedated, tranquilized, so they're feeling much better than they did this morning.
what is it you say?
pcp?
yes, these elephants are totally on pcp.
very much so.
but its an elephant tranquilizer, and these are elephants, so it doesn't make them all loopy or drugged- it just makes them normal.
you know what a normal elephant does, don't you?
yes, you do.
you do too know what normal elephants are like.
they are like the elephant in this picture i am showing you.
they are relaxed and they play games and they love to drink ginger lemonade.
mostly they play ping-pong.
they prefer it to croquet or hopscotch.
why, you say?
well, because when they play croquet they get too easily distracted by the birds who laugh
at them from the trees.
the birds are nasty little creatures.
these birds are anyway.
and when they play hopscotch... well, you can imagine.
elephants playing hopscotch?
you can't?
WELL.
elephants weigh a ton.
an actual ton. maybe more.
and when they play hopscotch and they hop.... well..
BOOM. THUD. THUD.
the ground trembles and the china falls off the banquet.
all the lovely rose colored dishes rattle and shake until they fall to the floor in a broken, pinkish, dusty heap.
and then the poor dears (the elephants),
well they feel so badly about this.
it really quite devastates them.
after all, what elephant doesn't love a beautiful piece of china?
so they feel so guilty that they pick up their ping pong paddles and reluctantly ping-ping-pong the afternoon away, hoping someone will come someday soon with a new set of china.
perhaps this time with paintings of little blue flowers on the plates instead of roses, or of grassy plains that remind the elephants of home, of where they could play hopscotch to their elephant heart's content.
"one day i'll go home" they think. and they begin to daydream of simpler times...
but then the orderly comes in to announce that Babar is on, and they all march hazily in to gather around the television.
BOOM. THUD. THUD.
they sit in a circle around the glowing screen, and forget for a moment that they are not home.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Sar⋅to⋅ri⋅al

–adjective

1. of or pertaining to tailors or their trade: sartorial workmanship
2. of or pertaining to clothing or style or manner of dress: sartorial splendor
3. of or pertaining to Scott Schuman, self proclaimed Sartorialist.

Photographer of real life style and beautiful everyday images, Schuman captures glimpses of real people dressed their best around the globe. From the streets of New York to the parks of Florence, from Stockholm, Paris, London, Moscow, Milan and beyond, Schuman finds men and women who are naturally stylish and posts his finds on his blog, The Sartorialist.
I just bought his book (by the same name) and have fallen in love with all the inspired looks it contains. Snapshots of celebrities and fashionable civilians alike fill the pages and send me dreaming of faraway places and beautiful garments, of an effortlessly gorgeous life filled with Holland bikes and easy breezy french style. The book makes for an excellent coffee table piece, and it also keeps me motivated to get dressed in a creative, relaxed, and nonchalantly beautiful way. And, of course, always with sartorial splendor in mind.

More from Schuman

Dear heart

One of my favorite things happens to be this photo, and that is because it happens to be
a photo of one of my favorite people-my dear friend, Chanel. In her eyes I can see that she is a lover, a fighter, a natural-born-super-romantic, a dancer, a dreamer, and a possessor of the sweetest of hearts. I love you, C. Bon voyage as you journey back to the land of ice and snow on your wintry fairyland journey.
Bisous, bisous, bisous!!!