Wednesday, August 29, 2012
I live in a city. Yet I do most of my shopping at a little store called Josephine, in Camden, Maine, that carries all of my favorite brands: James Perse, Splendid, James Jeans, Paige Denim, Citizens of Humanity, Equipment, Autumn Cashmere...the list goes on. In fact, I think almost every nice piece of clothing I've bought in the past five years has come from Josephine (well, not everything, but a lot of it). Owned by my friend (and total babe) Janet Kooyenga, the shop is the place to go in our little seaside town (more after the jump).
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
You guys. It happened. I have flown the coop. Spread my wings. Left the nest. I have moved (well, partially moved, there's still much to be done) into my own, real, wood-floored, big girl apartment. I have a bed, I have a totally awesome roommate, I have Ikea furniture: I am now, by all accounts, a full-fledged grown up human. And for me, the only-child who couldn't sleep over at friends' houses until, say, high school, this is a big deal (more after the jump).
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Monday, August 27, 2012
One of the benefits of having a journalist for a mother is that sometimes she takes me along to the cool things she gets to do. One such cool thing (an understatement in this case) involved visiting the newly restored, soon-to-be-open studio in which Winslow Homer painted and lived (check out her article on the studio in the September issue of Down East!). The Portland Museum of Art bought the studio from Charles Homer Willauer, the great grand-nephew of Winslow, in 2006, and since then they have been restoring it to how it looked when the great painter himself worked there (MUCH more after the jump!)
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
This past Saturday, my cousins (canine and human) and I piled into the Mustang my cousin rented to drive from New York to Maine (always a good move) and drove down to Port Clyde. The town sits at the end of a finger of land that juts out into the Atlantic Ocean. The town is sleepy, it's rocky coast wide and expansive, and its lighthouse at Marshall Point is as white, as tall, and as weather-beaten as any self-respecting lighthouse should be. We scrambled across rocks, took the dogs swimming, and accidentally crashed a wedding. We also ate ice cream (more after the jump).
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Monday, August 20, 2012
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
It's been a while since I've obsessed on TWT over something that Moda Operandi has up on their site, but I saw this amazing bracelet and couldn't help but virtually own it on le blog. It's from the '80s, by Greek designer Ilias Lalaounis. And while I don't generally pay any attention to astrology, perhaps my Aries sign is partially what's drawing me to this elaborate piece of gold. At $8,000, I don't think I'll be buying it anytime soon, but a girl can dream. Or blog, as the case may be.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Soooo there are lots of exciting things happening in my work life, which is awesome and I'm super pumped about, but also means I've been kind of all over the place and therefore bad about carving time out for TWT. BUT I am remedying the situation, beacuse I am back with a fresh batch of produce (see what I did there?) with which to make you feel all green and dirty. And coming soon are more posts about beautiful things, some musings (I have many at the moment), and healthy dose of Wilder Words that I've been saving up (more after the jump).
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
The final batch of photos from the ERR. What started out as a foggy, calm sail turned into a windy and wild ride back to Rockport from Brooklin. We flew down past Deer Isle, past Pumpkin Island Light (above) through East Penobscot Bay, and finally home to Rockport. It was the perfect sail to end a wonderful weekend (photos after the jump).
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Wilder Pictures + Happenings: The Eggemoggin Reach Regatta 2012, Part 2 (or) Sailing and Parties and Sailing and Parties
I woke up to light streaming in through the window, Blue Hill backlit by the sun, and waves from the wake of a passing lobster boat lapping against the barnacle-studded shoreline. I sat up and just stared out the window, amazed by the pinkish, orange light and the quiet that was interrupted only by laughter and the clinking of spoons against bowls coming from the kitchen. I brushed my teeth, folded the homemade quilt under which I had slept, and went downstairs to join the Cheerios party (more, more, more after the jump).
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Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Oh man, this tee just stopped me in my tracks. You know The Sandlot? The greatest little kid baseball movie of all time (with exception to Angels in the Outfield, obviously)? Well this shirt from Homage pays homage to the film with this quotation, more of which is after the jump.
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Wilder Pictures + Happenings: Eggemoggin Reach Regatta 2012, Part I (or) The Best Weekend of the Year
Every year as the first weekend in August approaches, I begin to get giddy with excitement. The week goes by slowly as I anticipate the Friday when I will head up to Brooklin, Maine, land of the sun-soaked blueberry barrens, twisting roads, seaweed coated rocks, and wild-waved bays for the Eggemoggin Reach Regatta (much more after the jump).
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