Showing posts with label decorating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decorating. Show all posts

Sunday, May 9, 2010

On second glance...

Here's what I saw yesterday in Apartment Eye-Spy:
          

Easy, you say?  I can't stump you.  
Ok, so humor the rest of us, let's see what I spied...

Friday, May 7, 2010

It's the simple things... : An Apartment Eye-Spy

True, happiness can't come from found objects, man-made things, stuff.  
Still, sometimes the littlest trifles of things 
- tarnished trinkets or treasure -
- the texture of old glass - 
- smells of faraway places that may linger in an object  - 
make me smile. 
And that's reason enough to keep them around.  
A game of Eye-Spy reminds me that they're there...
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Here's what I spy with my little eye...
At first, just a peek!

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Come back tomorrow to take a step back, get a better look, and find out what it is I spy!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Bright and Early: Apartment Eye-Spy

Good morning!  Welcome welcome, come on in.  Glad you stopped by!  Oh I see you have your cup of tea [coffee, smoothie, juice, water] in hand.  I think I'll join you...just one moment while I put on the pot...
Ah, that's better.  Sigh.  

So you were curious about my Eye-Spy, eh?  Well, go on, take another quick look-see.

Here's what I saw yesterday in Apartment Eye-Spy:

 



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Here's a tiny hint:  you've actually seen all of these things before.  

Guessed, yet?  Still stumped, perhaps?  Ok, now step back with me, have a better look, and find out...

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Drizzle Drip Go the Raindrops

I wait with longing for cloud-break. Damp and musty, the walls are swollen and seem to press in as if they're listening for a whispered secret. Hush, go ahead.

Here's an Apartment Eye-Spy while we wait for the sun to grace us with its presence again. (UPDATE: It's 9 am and there's a soft glow about the trees - I daresay, the sun may be rubbing its eyes and leaving the pillowy clouds after all...or not.)
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paper umbrell mobile, from powell's books in portland, oregon
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old tincture bottle serving as makeshift vase for the sweetest little flowers picked outside our apartment
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cutting of a pothos plant, at home in a stone-filled jar, adorned with a re-purposed bamboo window shade