Tuesday

I ♥ Paul Newman


“Every time I get a script it's a matter of trying to know what I could do with it. I see colors, imagery. It has to have a smell. It's like falling in love. You can't give a reason why.”

-Paul Newman
Most of my bliss is time spent with my horses riding in the early hours of the morning before the world wakes up... or when my dogs are napping in the grass outside and hanging with me while I get my hands dirty in my garden and then have a cup of hot coffee while sitting in the warm sun.

With j away, I spent a good share of my long weekend like this. 

I love a good outdoor space.

 Inspo:









all images via Canadian House and Home.
of course she rocks couture for the opening.

      Sarah Jessica Parker, in Valentino Couture

gold dust woman

who doesn't want to feel like stevie nicks for a night?

buy it here

we are handsome.

All of the swimsuits are handmade in Australia.

All of the swimsuits are limited edition and made to order.

All of the swimsuits are pretty much amazing.



 buy this one here

book club.

Friday

soundtrack of my life

love love love her. you may or may not have heard this song during a camera commercial.


Amy Seeley - Surprisingly So from amy seeley on Vimeo.

and if you have the chance to go see her live DO IT!

Sunday

I ♥ Blane McDonnagh



loving spader's outfits, especially the white outfit when he's smoking in the hallway = ♥

Friday

soundtrack of my life

takes me back.

retro


love this moment

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graphic

Benjamin 'Benj' Cartwright: Maybe we should try a new approach. 

Bronc Evans: I only know one way - and that's head on!

Bonanza

   If 
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 
by Rudyard Kipling

Thursday

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book (Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.”

-Anais Nin