Posts tagged ‘love’

February 10, 2012

Sweethearts

by Jillian Douglas

I’m so, so excited to share this with you! One of my favorite musicians, Priscilla Ahn, has put together a collaboration with Charlie Wadhams for Valentine’s Day called the Sweethearts EP. And it’s free! I’m listening to it right now and it’s so soft, pretty, and full of lovely ideas and harmonies.

If you don’t check it out I will probably be found in a corner crying on your behalf.

They even put one of the songs, Dear Sweetheart, to retro home videos of Charlie Wadham’s own grandparents.

There’s just something about old-school recordings that makes me sentimental.

Sigh.

…Wasn’t that just gorgeous?

So seriously, download this and be happy for the rest of your life.

In other news, here’s some more fun clicks:

the Anthropologist (brought to you by Anthropologie) showcases Jim Deneven’s unique art form and his experience.

Amaze someone with a handmade Scratch-Off Photo Valentine! Learn how over at Photojojo.

A simple way to spruce up your space: a super-cute Valentine’s Day garland DIY project via HelloBee!

February 4, 2012

temporary love

by adandelionchild

Valentine’s day is right around the corner and what better way to show your affection than getting a tattoo? Afraid of taking the leap? Well here’s a more temporary way to display your devotion without suffering all eternity if things don’t *God forbid!* work out. From the incredible Tattly, I’d like to share Enamorado. Tattly also just came out with their more festive take on their classic “Late Watch” design, which I’m planning on sporting for the holiday. Grab your beaux  and get matching tats 🙂

PS. I just ordered a set of this genius design to share with a friend that is pessimistic about Valentines Day. As I told him, Valentine’s Day is not about couples, it’s about love, and it needs to be celebrated! If you’re flying solo this V-Day, think about the people you love and don’t let the hallmark tradition ruin your celebration!

February 1, 2012

Love, Lost and Found

by Jillian Douglas

Lovelies,
This Christmas my brother’s girlfriend gave me a delightful book titled Missed Connections: Love, Lost and Found by Sophie Blackall.
It’s a collection of little blurbs people put on Craigslist or in newspapers in hopes to reconnect with someone they happened to meet but lost, and whimsical illustrations to match these little but important events. It is the sweetest book ever, and just perfect for anyone who’s ever thought, what if?

Missed Connections: Love, Lost & Found

Missed Connections actually started as a blog… where people fell in love with Sophie’s illustrations. Now prints are available for sale at her Etsy shop, too.

Here’s one I love…

Girl Sleeping on Train
Sunday, May 9, 2010
-m4w -19 (2 or 5 train)
You were the gorgeous brunette sleeping on the train. I was the guy sitting next to you. I just wanted to apologize for my repeated lack of consciousness onto your shoulder, we both got off at flatbush. Hit me back up if you think this is you.

So if you need a good dream nowadays, please grab this book, or visit her blog. You will be delighted.
And who knows what could happen to you one day?

Photos acquired from the Sophie Blackall shop and blog.

January 27, 2012

a love for Love and a little honey, too

by Jillian Douglas

Oh, this is so perfect! I adore Valentine’s Day. I think love should be celebrated as much as possible, and even before love came to me, little feathers floated up my spine whenever I thought of this romantic holiday.

Maybe I’m this way because of many Disney movies swirling my chillun self into the abyss of romance and lovability and moments of beauty and kisses. But it runs so deeply within me, I think God just poured a heap of this unquenchable desire into my tiny heart when He made me.

I didn’t know until I perused my blog subscriptions and found this Etsy blog post last evening that not only is Saint Valentine responsible for giving us, inmyopinion, the best holiday ever, but he is also the Patron Saint of the Beekeepers. And if there’s anything else that makes my little heart giddy, it’s dreaming of keeping bees one day (which all started with this book right here). Somewhere in my future are fields of thick, golden honey, covering a lightly toasted slice of bread or hidden in countless, delicious concoctions. Beekeeping has the charm of farming, but skips the reek and (sad) butchering.

Anyways, this little piece of information, folks, made me smile and appreciate Mr. Valentine even more. I’m not a believer in saints and powers that people have given them, but I do like those odd little connections that sneak up on you sometimes.

Now I know for most of you, just thinking about another day so focused on the lack of love in your life will put you in the gloomiest of moods for prettymuchforever. But please, readers, open your heart a little more this year- before or even after the 14th. Be reminded of all the love your parents poured over you when the world was much smaller. Remember the little joys of a best friend passing you a note during class, or trading a bit of his lunch with you. Remember that with every sunbeam of happiness, with every spec of glee, God is still pouring that Love into your life, for you to experience and treasure.

I hope you do.

Here’s some more Valentine’s Day love:

Give your sweetie something handcrafted this year.

Send a letter to someone nifty; fancy it up with a wax seal!

Remember the good ol’ days of making handmade valentines and handing them out to your classmates and friends? Why not try that again? Etsy is collecting valentines so they can cheer up someone in need come V-day. Hurry- deadline is the 7th!

Put a little love in your hearts! Enjoy a free reading of romantic love poetry at Writers and Books in Rochester on February 7.

Photo by Jill Douglas.

January 24, 2012

Rest

by Jillian Douglas

I like poems that read like a conversation, a mumbled tale of a daily occurrence.

Brought to you by The Writer’s Almanac

Rest. by Richard Jones

It’s so late I could cut my lights
and drive the next fifty miles
of empty interstate
by starlight,
flying along in a dream,
countryside alive with shapes and shadows,
but exit ramps lined
with eighteen wheelers
and truckers sleeping in their cabs
make me consider pulling into a rest stop
and closing my eyes. I’ve done it before,
parking next to a family sleeping in a Chevy,
mom and dad up front, three kids in the back,
the windows slightly misted by the sleepers’ breath.
But instead of resting, I’d smoke a cigarette,
play the radio low, and keep watch over
the wayfarers in the car next to me,
a strange paternal concern
and compassion for their well being
rising up inside me.
This was before
I had children of my own,
and had felt the sharp edge of love
and anxiety whenever I tiptoed
into darkened rooms of sleep
to study the small, peaceful faces
of my beloved darlings. Now,
the fatherly feelings are so strong
the snoring truckers are lucky
I’m not standing on the running board,
tapping on the window,
asking, Is everything okay?
But it is. Everything’s fine.
The trucks are all together, sleeping
on the gravel shoulders of exit ramps,
and the crowded rest stop I’m driving by
is a perfect oasis in the moonlight.
The way I see it, I’ve got a second wind
and on the radio an all-night country station.
Nothing for me to do on this road
but drive and give thanks:
I’ll be home by dawn.

“Rest.” by Richard Jones, from The Correct Spelling and Exact Meaning. © Copper Canyon Press, 2010.