The Sunshine Diary |
My name is Kelly I love life, café au lait and tea with milk, music, things that sparkle, the streets of Paris, brightly painted front doors, candle light, peonies, antique mirrors, the outdoors, creaky floorboards in chevron patterns, jewelry, the color yellow, dogs, dark chocolate covered gummy bears and dancing, for starters. I believe the most interesting things are the most beautiful. I chose to love and be happy. I'm my own person. email me: thesunshinediary at gmail dot com |
Ok - it’s time to share. I started this blog as a test… a tumblr test. To see how comfortable I felt writing about my life, documenting what interests me and sharing a piece of me in the form of a blog.
Sure - I’ve had blogs in the past but they weren’t every personal. They were industry related and work inspired. Not a reflection of me as a person but me as a career gal. But 2011 is a year for being honest about who I am and who I want to be. And this is one of the places it is going to start. So the test is over… it feels safe. My blog moving forward, under the moniker of one of my past blogs, is noticethings.tumblr.com. Please don’t be a stranger if you don’t want to be.
A much more affordable version of the litill terrariums I’ve been drooling over but equally serene…The Secret Garden Moss Terrarium Globe by Doodle Bird.
About a week before my seemingly healthy 82-year-old husband suddenly died, he emerged from the kitchen ready to go to his office, his face clean-shaven, his eyes shining, smiling shyly, holding the copy of the Anthony Trollope book he was rereading, and said to me, “You have made me very happy. You know that you have made me a happy man.” There I stood in my work outfit, blue jeans and a T-shirt. There I stood with my white hair and my wrinkles and the face I was born with, although now much creased by time, and I felt beautiful.
I don’t believe that inner beauty is sufficient in this cruel world… but I do know that there is a way of being beautiful, even as age takes its toll, that has something to do with the spirit filling with joy, something to do with the union with another human being, with the sense of having done well at something enormously important, like making happy a man who has made you happy often enough.
Ten days after that morning conversation, my husband and I returned from a concert and dinner with friends and walked down our windy block toward our apartment house when suddenly he stumbled and fell and died within minutes. As I waited for the ambulance, I remembered his words, a beauty potion I would take with me into the rest of my life.
"Anne Roiphe, 75, from Real Simple’s “What Makes Me Feel Beautiful”
That is all you can wish for.
Wish List: Places in America Print | You & Me, The Royal We
Created exclusively for the Royal We by Oliver Jeffers, this is a signed print of a hand painted map of America. With pins. Each print comes with 102 pins to chart your path to total American domination. 100 of the pins are orange, one of them is red and one of them is blue. Orange is for states conquered, red is for headquarters and blue is for state of origin.
Supporters of the Vietnam moratorium lie in Central Park’s Sheep Meadow in 1969. The black balloons represented everyone who died in the Vietnam War under the Nixon administration, and the white balloons symbolized all of the people who would die if the war continued.
This year is the 35th anniversary of the Fall of Saigon and the end of the Vietnam War.
(Via The Big Picture)
These rings would make any finger proud!
Wish List: Calder Collection 18k Rings | Conroy & Wilcox
I wish that was me… for so many reasons.
via: texturism: forget-why
Collection: Joys of the Window Seat
The perfect combination. Oh please! Oh please! Oh please!
I love you, little nook of inspiration.
via: sepiabeauty: laboomeria
yellow door bestill my heart. a bit of sunshine to greet you.
quite possibly the studio of my dreams.