Tonal Tuesday: lake michigan in her winter colors

More Lake Michigan Love.

Tonal Tuesday: our nest in the winter woods

I miss the cold weather that the midwest has to offer.

Tonal Tuesday: autumn lake

Missing Lake Michigan & the bicycle path along its shore. Afternoon sunlight and a cool breeze.

The smell of books, the cozy shady nooks, the warm wood tones and the soft buttery leather all gave the library it’s well-deserved reputation of comfort & solace but it was the memories of the fingers turning page after page and the stories and worlds that people escaped to through the words that really gave it that je ne sais quoi.

Tonal Tuesday: the chesterfield in the library

The hushed crunch of grey and brown leaves underfoot and the soft pink morning light are for what the quiet of the woods exists.

Tonal Tuesday: the quiet of the woods

Save the drama for your mama and wear fabulous colors instead.

Tonal Tuesday: drama queen

Feeling soft and worn at the edges. Like good leather that breaks in and becomes more delightful and buttery and soft the more it’s used. Old paper ephemera and trinkets. Dried roses from our first anniversary. The sky is grey outside but it’s cozy and warm here in my heart and memory.

Tonal Tuesday: postcards from the past

It was time.
We were past the grey—past the calm and soft, past smiling and nodding, and past waiting. It was time to launch. Go supernova.

Tonal Tuesday: the ladies who lunch have decided to launch

Tonal Tuesday: the wool was surprisingly soft

In the attic, in a trunk, wedged under the eaves behind too many boxes of old christmas decorations and odd ephemera that had gathered in the dust and cobwebs was the most magnificent handmade afghan. It was overly large and fluffy still and surprisingly soft, despite it’s years. Made by some ancestor, slowly and with love, the silken fibers were still divinely cozy and strong. It was a timeless blanket made of wool & warm thoughts.