I’m looking forward to attending a writing retreat later this week. I can’t wait to be inspired and recharge my creativity. What do you do to reignite your creative spark? I’d love to hear your ideas! I won’t be sending out a newsletter this week, but in the meantime until I return, check out my favorite links from around the web this week…
Ever since having dinner with my husband's high school pal who blogs about elevators, I keep coming across elevator stories. I listened to this one in the bathroom which was a good thing because it made me laugh dangerously hard.
I liked this short film, shot for $35 by a film student in 2008. The situation it depicts seems near.
Wicker, I keep saying, is back. You want proof? Check out this confection of a villa.
Next time I'm in Nashville, this library is top of my list.
Did you see this familiar sight on Monday? Spectacular!
This illustrator, who will be featured on the blog soon, commemorated her wedding anniversary in such a neat way!
Ahhh! The Office! Michael Scott! Beware the procrastination possibilities in this "scientific study".
Take a tour of Rue Magazine founder Crystal Palacek's new studio. I particularly appreciate the wall collage and the tiny tables next to the sofa.
Fans of Stranger Things will love this.
Antiques of the Week: This is not an antique but it is part of Target's "Project 62", named for the year of Target's birth (and mine), and celebrating midcentury design. Also, these would be very Wes Anderson when framed together.
Also, some interesting reader comments from last week's post on how to survive the family road trip and podcasts:
Pipistrello wrote: Haha! Meanwhile, in a parallel universe, a similar story: We had a Volkswagon 1600 sedan in pumpkin orange when I was growing up - no seat belts (to accurately delineate territory), no rear opening windows, black vinyl seats hotter than the surface of the sun in summer and impregnated with that peculiar Volkswagon aroma mingled with stale cigarette smoke from my chain-smoking nervous driver mother gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, and the ghostly trace of vomit past from my car-sick prone brother and I. Owing to said car-sickness, reading was Banned.
Our battles were fought with sign language and mute amateur pantomine dramatics. "He/she's touching me!!", "He/she's looking at me!!", "He/she's breathing on me!!" etc were the final desperate pleas for intervention from our own Beirut. "Shut up, I'm concentrating!!" the ever-reliable UN-drafted retort from the front. Our trips were interminably long as Mum never drove over 30 mph.
Ellen H. wrote: I being the last of eleven was firmly planted in Geneva. My mother had a retractable arm that could slap the wings off a fly at 10 paces, and my siblings new it. On the other hand my children didn't fight as much as talk incessantly, so I would say lets have a quiet time and the first to break it has to pick up after Babette. Babette was our 120 lb. dog.
Beatrice G. wrote: So fun! How do you find your ideas (for pictures/stories)? Only you have the talent to extract the right anecdote from your past and draw a complete and fascinating story from it. And when I read it, I feel like it is me! Brought back half a century behind today! Same stories, exactly the same. We were 4 girls (4 sitting on the back, security rules did not exist at that time), screaming, singing and crying, and yelling one at the other, sometimes pulling the hair ... and my parents were patiently chatting as if we do not exist! When it became too tiring for them, they invented a game for us: "count the cows in the fields", or "the first one who see a pink car wins a candy."
And just imagine Didier (6 of 7 kids, all in the same car, a DS Citroen ... some of them slipping across the car perpendicular to the road, at the feet of their brothers ... Like underdeveloped countries today :-(
thank you for this bit of fun and melancholy
Photo by Patrick Fore via Unsplash