These gorgeous lamps by ceramicist Christopher Spitzmillerwould make any room in my home happier. Look at this color palette!Of course, with prices rangingfrom $650.00 to $2250.00 per lamp, I'll be happy just looking.
Which one's your favorite? Can you choose just one? I can't!
All week, I've come home from work, fed the dogs, and headed for the pool. Floating in the quiet, gazing at the ever-changing sky, time becomes irrelevant. The tranquility is like a drug.
It's an above-ground pool, and was here when we bought the house. We originally agreed we would leave it up through this - the first - summer, and re-evaluate at the end of the season. I think my mind is already made...
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Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium.
Plate walls: perennial favorites that resurface as a trend every so often. I've been doing plates on the wall for - well, forever.
Like mirrors and shelves, plate walls seem to always be a good design choice - dependably do-able, they pack a big punch, and are something I never tire of. When I'm ready for a change on the wall, the plates can go back in the cupboard.
Slowly but surely I'm making Moss Hill look and feel like home. I'm certain a plate wall (or two!) is in the very near future. Inspiration is all over blogland (this is one of those trendy times) and I love the look. Mine will be (mostly) Blue Willow; I've been collecting this pattern since I was 14, and have amassed dozens of pieces.
The top image is my favorite:
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At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat that plays a five-stringed fiddle; And up and down he runs his bow, Now squeaking high, now purring low, now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog that is mighty fond of jokes; When there's good cheer among the guests, He cocks an ear at all the jests and laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a hornéd cow as proud as any queen; But music turns her head like ale, And makes her wave her tufted tail and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes and the store of silver spoons! For Sunday there's a special pair, And these they polish up with care on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep, and the cat began to wail; A dish and a spoon on the table danced, The cow in the garden madly pranced, and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug, and rolled beneath his chair; And there he dozed and dreamed of ale, Till in the sky the stars were pale, and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat: "The white horses of the Moon, They neigh and champ their silver bits; But their master's been and drowned his wits, and the Sun'll be rising soon!"
So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle, a jig that would wake the dead: He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune, While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon: "It's after three!" he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill and bundled him into the Moon, While his horses galloped up in rear, And the cow came capering like a deer, and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle; the dog began to roar, The cow and the horses stood on their heads; The guests all bounded from their beds and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke! the cow jumped over the Moon, And the little dog laughed to see such fun, And the Saturday dish went off at a run with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill, as the Sun raised up her head. She hardly believed her fiery eyes; For though it was day, to her suprise they all went back to bed.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
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