I absolutely love it when I start reading a post or an article, click on a link and end up finding a gold mine of beautiful homes, travel destinations and gorgeous photographs and links that lead into yet more new discoveries.
Over time I have come to love all season. They all have special charm but for today I am missing that real South African summer feeling and I’ve been thinking about the December summer holidays I used to spend at home, running around in the garden and the hours spent in the swimming pool.
I’m comforted by thoughts of incredibly hot days, dry, silent air, late afternoon rain storms, shorts and dresses, green grass, endless high blue skies, hot bricks around the pool, falling asleep in the sun, warm skin, doggies sleeping in the shade … such wonderful summer memories.
So here are some other beautiful reminders of summer.
We went to Berlin over Christmas and while walking around one evening we came across a poster for some or other years eve party that had just been glued on the wall under a bridge. It was lovely. Black and white with a simple illustration of a bear (or owl) and an address – simple, minimal just what I like in a poster.
Some other poster illustrations I love…
(Illustrators: Clara Alden, Fredrik Tjernstrom, Graham Samuels, Maja Sten, Moley Talhaoui)
I love finding the websites of talented photographers that capture beauty in the simplest things. Still life, interiors, landscapes, exotic destinations or even just an everyday event, it takes talent to photography them all and Idha Lindhag is one of these talented people.
Oh, my poor blog. Every day I see things all over the place that inspire me for posts that never materialise so, like my blog (and like my house work!) today’s Pinteresting inspiration is about neglect. Rustic Abandonment from Retro Underdog is a filled with abandoned beauty.
My Mom is in Calcutta at the moment so I’ve been thinking a lot about India and the time I’ve spent there. I absolutely love the colonial architecture and the old buildings in the cities and villages covered in moss. When I think of an Indian home (and India in general) I think of shuttered windows, deep porches, ceiling fans, house plants and wooden furniture, inviting and colourful, the sound of crows in sky, beautiful woman dressed in bright sparkly saris, beautiful fabrics and flowers, fresh fruit stalls, food stalls set up on every busy corner, the hooting and smell of incense, wood fires and diesel fumes all mixed together to create a wonderful place where you can get lost for hours and there is something new around every corner.
What an amazing place and such a privilege to be of those who have fallen in love with it.