Farmhouse tables
Certain pieces of furniture grab hold of me.
I’m not much for fussy or frilly things, which probably helps explain why I love farmhouse tables so darn much. Heavy, worn, practical – either flanked with benches or surrounded by happy mismatched chairs. Clean lines, sturdy legs, even slightly utilitarian. Crafted from walnut or teak wood, preferably reclaimed and with a past, barely treated with stain. Nothing ornate or spindle-y or curvy at the edges. Big enough to seat twenty friends and family along the sides and serve them a lovely dinner, passed on heaped platters.
My requirements are many.
I haven’t yet — but when I find a farm table special enough to call my own, I’m clearing out the entire living room to make space, polishing the wood with some linseed oil and a soft cotton, and calling up my favourite people for dinner: happy faces ’round a table fit for many, and then a few more.
(I’ve amassed these tables over time. If one is yours, please let me know so I can link to it … or buy a sibling, for that matter.)
Eleni said my oatmeal looked like Christmas
… and promptly chased me with her camera.
With goji berries, raw pumpkin seeds, chia seeds, shredded raw coconut and a little bittersweet chocolate. Yum.
Little did I know
I’m in love with this wonderful piano and cello take on Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’ … it’s just one of those sweet, fairytale songs that makes me feel good, close my eyes, and sing along. The first four minutes are golden, especially the key change. So pretty.
Succulents
Anyone who’s spent any length of time with me knows how enamoured I am with succulents. I love them: smooth, bulbous, with their pretty colours and dull finishes. They’re nubby and velveteen and geometric. I can’t get enough.
When I saw Kelly + Chris’ wedding over at Erin Hearts Court today, I was smitten. The entire wedding made me smile, but the succulents playing off of bright yellow flowers made it extra special. (All photos by Erin Hearts Court.)
In the garden
In the garden with my sister, Eleni, for mother’s day.
My sister paints her life with a certain loveliness that I haven’t seen in anyone else. It’s a unique kind of care and detail she lends her surroundings and her creations, like this beautiful card. (I’m on the left with the carrots, if it wasn’t instantly obvious.)
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