I wonder where someone like Madame Peripetie hatches her ideas. Equal parts avant garde and completely, 100% nuts (in the best of ways), I’ve never seen a shoot of her’s that didn’t leave me guessing. And that, in my opinion, is great art. Hats off, Madame! LINK: MADAME PERIPETIE
Remember when you gifted your child that amazing playhouse and she couldn’t stop playing with the giant cardboard box it arrived in? Or the time you let your son play ‘Cowboys and Indians’ with a cardboard paper towel rod and he was engrossed for hours?…
Tribal, Aztec and Southwestern-inspired patterns are still trending like crazy, and I’d gladly welcome this bottle opener ($18) and corkscrew ($18) into my kitchen any day of the week. So lovely, yes? LINK: ANTHROPOLOGIE p.s. For more tribal inspiration, I’ve got an entire Pinterest board on the subject!
Happy Monday, friends! How sweet is this gold foiled sweatshirt for little girls? It’s sold out all over the world (with the exception of Korean shop About Green!), but I’m betting a crafty mama could DIY a version that’s just as cute – and likely a fraction of the price. Win/win! Purchase for $36 (converted
Friends, I can’t thank you enough for your uplifting comments, emails and Tweets re: yesterday’s post. You are such a positive, encouraging bunch and I feel so lucky that you gather here daily! Enjoy your weekend (I’ll be working on a new film project for the bulk of my time – more on that later!).
Awesome playhouse alert. Have you spotted this amazing net playground in Japan? Woods of Net is a permanent pavilion created by Japanese artist Toshiko Horiuchi Macadam and TIS & Partners – comprised solely of timber and netting…
Apps are becoming increasingly useful in my daily life (OK, and increasingly distracting, but that’s an entirely different post!), and today I wanted to share some fantastic apps that I’ve been relying on heavily throughout my pregnancy. From meal planning to meditation, there truly is a pregnancy app for everyone! Here are a few of
When Jess Constable hit “publish” on this post, I hope she was proud. The kind of proud that makes you feel you should put on your running shoes and flee for the mountains, much like a curtain-clothed Julie Andrews frolicking about. I hope she twirled that day, because she deserves to. And when Ez contacted