I love architecture and design, and I love how these buildings incorporate light, water, space and angles into living and performance spaces that feel uplifting. In the first video, Holl talks about the spaces and the ideas he was trying to communicate with these buildings; the second video is a beautiful visual tour through some of the spaces.
My favorite bits are the skylights covered with water, that cast flickering pools of light on the rooms below, and the flat plane of water that is such an integral part of the entire design. (Plus I also love all the wood and stone and glass!) I wish I could live in this space…
Yesterday when I was bagging up my kitchen garbage to take out, I spilled garbage juice all over my work pants and wool socks. Nasty. I immediately took them off and soaked them in a bucket of water with a few glugs of vinegar added, to help deodorize them. I’ll be laundering them today…
First thing in the morning (after sleeping in a little) I did yoga for the first time in a couple of weeks, and of course the boys had to join me on the kitchen floor. This is pettingcatasana…
Later my little guy curled up for a nap on my lap while I worked at the computer.
It never fails. I make a grocery store run, I end up with a green bean massacre on my hands. (My cats will eat all sorts of plants – including lilies – and green beans are one of their favorite things to snack on. When I bring my groceries in, they immediately go on a search-find-mission for fun, edible things. Below is a shot of one unrepentant cat and his mess…)
The above photo was taken early in the morning while I was preparing my breakfast and lunch. I lay on my kitchen floor beside my refrigerator to take it. This is the towel (rag, really) that I use to wipe my hands while I’m working in the kitchen. I change it every day for a clean one. It hangs from a hook with a clip – the kind you’d use in your laundry room, to hang a small item to dry.
The day didn’t end well. I woke up with a migraine which got progressively worse as the morning went on. I left a community meeting partway through the noon hour, afraid I was going to vomit. (I did, later in the afternoon. Twice.) Spent the rest of the day in my bed, sick as a dog. When I have a day like this, where I don’t feel well, I get really down. Enough said.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
I was busy yesterday working on a sewing project, although it’s not what you think. That is, it wasn’t a Christmas gift. It was a birthday gift for my sister – and her birthday was several weeks ago. I just haven’t seen her in a couple of months, and today is the first time I’m going to be able to give her the gift. So I needed to finish it. Also, start it. The gift is two patchwork cushion covers, that say the word “LOVE”.
I have a large walk-in closet in my front room that I use as a cloak room to store my outdoor shoes, boots, and coats. I love the words “cloak room.” They remind me of elementary school, and long, skinny rooms lined with hooks where we hung our coats, and stored our boots. My first elementary school (from grades kindergarten to three) had hangers and benches in the hallways outside each classroom. My second elementary school (for grades five through eight) was an old building, and had real cloak rooms inside each classroom. Right now when I think of them I remember darkness, and the smell of old wood and gym shoes.
The setup: I have two cats. We’re in the middle of a heatwave right now.
The status update from two days ago: Aaaand in the lightweight male neutered category is Guy Goodfellow with his first attempt at a hairball on upholstered furniture or bed. While his choice of white sheets will add to his score, I’m afraid that the poor hairball formation, combined with too much stomach fluid, may hurt Team Emelgy’s chances at a medal…
The result: Enforced laundry while suffering from a migraine.
Besides having a chair fetish, I also have a mirror fetish. For years I would collect all sorts of mirrors from rummage and yard sales. I preferred white or off-white frames, and a mellow patina. I photographed these two mirrors a couple of days ago to put in this post on my lifestyle blog, Kitchen Sink Wisdom. They sit inside my medicine cabinet, for when I need a mirror to look at the back of my head. The one in front is a vintage hand mirror with plastic frame meant to imitate ivory. It’s beautifully imperfect. I love it.
Have you ever wondered if mirrors remember all the rooms – all the scenes – that are reflected in them? What if all those experiences are carried in the glass, or the silver, like a hologram, just waiting for the right frequency to be played back?