I have a particularly vivid memory of spending an entire rainy afternoon at my grandmother's house reading her original copy of Snow White - carefully turning the crumbly-edged pages, my fingers touching the ragged linen edges of the hardcover - the smell of the old ink, the slight dampness of the paper. In that moment, a love of all things old and precious was born. Vintage books have always held a strange allure for me. There is something so moving about all those colourful spines with gold lettering that have bravely held together someone else's words for the children of the future to behold. Magic.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I live in a crazy house. A tiny home that is literally stuffed to the ceiling with a toddler, a husband, Daphne Cat, our "must, MUST have" vintage finds, fabrics, stone samples, books, teapots and so many beaten-up old chairs we have no idea what to do with them all! From sun up til sun down, life is beautiful and chaotic. It is our constant quest to improve, rearrange and store all our stuff in a way that inspires us. My husband and I run our design business from our back sunroom (which on rare occasions doubles as a dining room) so we are passionate about living and working in a space that reflects our style and which promotes original thought... throw into that equation a vocal toddler with his own, very definite ideas on interior decoration!
So I'm always on the hunt for proof that other people manage to live a similar, crazy existence while maintaining their creative identity. Here is a stunningly original family home that is so colourful, cozy and happy - enjoy!