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How I Procrastinated This Week 08.07.18

August 7, 2018 mithra ballesteros

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about living on a farm someday. I dream of a bucolic country life gardening, raising chickens, and having acres to roam. What do you dream of? If you need a little extra daydreaming, check out my favorite links from around the web this week...

Do you find yourself struggling to read? Me too. Apropos of that, here's this.
A Google doodle led me to this story of a forgotten female war photographer.
Apparently Facebook is going to meet with the staff at the Flemish tourism board who produced this video mocking the way Facebook has been censoring the work of Peter Paul Rubens.
This artist's articulated beasts would be wonderful in a child's room, on a Christmas tree, or hanging on a wall. I also love the DIY kits to make your own!
Not your typical western ranch: take a tour of the gracious Colorado home of Felicity Huffman and William H. Macy.
Everyone needs a nook for a book (or two).
My most favorite obituary writer (yes, I rank them) is retiring.
Antiques of the Week: These are the perfect jiggers for those who like to specify one finger or two. These Art Deco mermaid bookends can contain your collection of Patrick O'Brien perhaps. A little naughty ashtray / soap dish / ring dish for the bride (or groom) with a sense of humor.

Photo by Arno Smit via Unsplash

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Welcome! I'm Mithra (pronounced Mee-thra). I'm an interior stylist and a writer. I'm also a vintage and antiques lover. I have an online shop, Finder Not Keeper, where I sell my best finds. (That's a white lie. I keep the best finds.) Read more about me and the blog here.

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Just finished watching the film RBG — so excellent— and then a friend texted me this poem by Sharon Owens: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Someone clever once said
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Women were not allowed pockets
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In case they carried leaflets
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To spread sedition
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Which means unrest
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To you & me
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A grandiose word
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For commonsense
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Fairness
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Kindness
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Equality
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So women start sewing
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Dangerous coats
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Made of pockets and sedition

Just finished watching the film RBG — so excellent— and then a friend texted me this poem by Sharon Owens: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Someone clever once said ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Women were not allowed pockets ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In case they carried leaflets ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ To spread sedition ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Which means unrest ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ To you & me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A grandiose word ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For commonsense ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fairness ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Kindness ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Equality ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So women start sewing ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Dangerous coats ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Made of pockets and sedition

“I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.”
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Willa Cather

“I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Willa Cather

On the blog today a review of the book that shook me up, made ma laugh, and broke my heart. It’s a title you’ve never heard of written by a man who has won awards, but not enough in my opinion. Link in bio.

On the blog today a review of the book that shook me up, made ma laugh, and broke my heart. It’s a title you’ve never heard of written by a man who has won awards, but not enough in my opinion. Link in bio.

I am one lucky dame. That’s all.
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📷: @carlacoulson

I am one lucky dame. That’s all. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷: @carlacoulson

In honor of my friend @pego16 whose birthday is TODAY! Since she was a kid, she’s disliked VDay and you can imagine why, right?!?
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Card made by @farewellpaperie which is no more and which also sucks.

In honor of my friend @pego16 whose birthday is TODAY! Since she was a kid, she’s disliked VDay and you can imagine why, right?!? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Card made by @farewellpaperie which is no more and which also sucks.

Throw back to that time I set the table in the snow. Happy Valentine’s Day, lovers!

Throw back to that time I set the table in the snow. Happy Valentine’s Day, lovers!

Old coasters from West German pubs visited back in the 1980s before the fall of the Berlin wall. Thought this flatlay needed a hammer bottle opener to emphasize that walls — whether they’re brick, concrete, or electric wire — eventually get knocked down.

Old coasters from West German pubs visited back in the 1980s before the fall of the Berlin wall. Thought this flatlay needed a hammer bottle opener to emphasize that walls — whether they’re brick, concrete, or electric wire — eventually get knocked down.

Brunch with four hopeful young men!
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And so another E.B. White passage hits home:
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“The residents of Manhattan are to a large extent strangers who have pulled up stakes somewhere and come to town, seeking sanctuary or fulfillment or some greater or lesser grail. The capacity to make such dubious gifts is a mysterious quality of New York. It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck. No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.”

Brunch with four hopeful young men! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And so another E.B. White passage hits home: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “The residents of Manhattan are to a large extent strangers who have pulled up stakes somewhere and come to town, seeking sanctuary or fulfillment or some greater or lesser grail. The capacity to make such dubious gifts is a mysterious quality of New York. It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck. No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.”

Walking past Engine 24 Ladder 7 and its memorials, I’m reminded of this prophetic passage written by E.B. White, fifty years before 9-11-2001:
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The subtlest change in New York is something people don’t speak about much but that is in everyone’s mind. The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now: in the sound of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest edition.

Walking past Engine 24 Ladder 7 and its memorials, I’m reminded of this prophetic passage written by E.B. White, fifty years before 9-11-2001: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The subtlest change in New York is something people don’t speak about much but that is in everyone’s mind. The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now: in the sound of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest edition.

On the blog today, a very short little film shot from inside a cool estate sale. The home belonged to a woman who emigrated from Sweden and she was an excellent caretaker.
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Have you ever shopped an estate sale? What room do you go into first? I always head to the dining room because I’m a dish whore.

On the blog today, a very short little film shot from inside a cool estate sale. The home belonged to a woman who emigrated from Sweden and she was an excellent caretaker. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Have you ever shopped an estate sale? What room do you go into first? I always head to the dining room because I’m a dish whore.

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