Reminded by Beth Bonini’s cheerful Instagram feed of these delightful books (I’ve posted about their companion volumes here and here before), I think I’m getting ready for a re-read.
Lots of commentators compare these books to Meet Me in St Louis, and as well as the period details (the hairstyles! the dresses! the slang! the excitement over a telephone!), what I love most is the inherent optimism – progress is always good, and friends and family remain stable whilst welcoming new developments – but also the complete acceptance that a job, writing, singing, making your own mind up, are all important to a girl and in no way conflicted with the rest of her being.
I find it depressing that a modern book wouldn’t show this, or would have to make a big point about it. Written in the 50s about the 1900-1910s, Betsy, Emily and Carney are in fact far more progressive than any characters today.
There’s something about the fact this blanket is called Cherry Drops makes it even cosier. It’s out of stock but you can re-order it here.
PS I know there have been problems with images on the blog recently – sorry about this. I don’t know what’s been causing it, but I’ve refreshed a load of my posts and hopefully it’s ok now. Either scroll back through the last week to see the posts in their glory, or click on the links for posts on food, embroidery, street art and mindfulness.
A complete bargain at £4 each, these Stillhet tealight holder said from IKEA could be 10 times pricier in another shop and would fit in anyone’s room, whatever their taste. I love the petal design.
As I head out to NYC today, here’s some American sights for the post today. Some of the pieces I love most on Cup of Jo are the house tours. I’ve never actually wanted to leave my own place (I love it and the area too much), but whoever does the photos for these really knows how to convey a sense of home, and I do often come away with a few new ideas.
The first two images are from a thin but long, narrow house that I could see would fill my need to live on a longboat some time.
The one below is a bit like the gallery walls of postcards I make in my own house & have done ever since my first uni desk.
while here is a look at the gallery wall in the apartment Joanna’s own family have been renting for two years. Gallery walls are basically all the justification a maximalist needs, and also a great way to discover that you don’t need expensive art to make an impact: postcards, photos and posters all join the mix:
This is great for that block of red frames (such a simple idea but so effective), and the gorgeous wild photo, which reminds me of this. In fact, by the time you add in the family photos in the hallway & colourful kitchen it might be my favourite home featured.
Though who could resist the light in this, especially as we’re slipping into the weak, cool light of autumn.
This speckeledy bowl just tells you it would sit well in the hand. More details on Nehalem Bay Pottery.
My favourite kind of morning feeling in Brynhild Parker’s Interior. Image via Twitter.
A courtyard in Copenhagen that houses the jewelry store RoughDiamonds.dk and is next to the Catholic cathedral (of St Agnes) and on the way to the Design Museum. Photo, January 2016.
I’ve a great weakness for Emma Bridgewater’s mugs, thoughtfully fed by Jenny and propped up in between birthdays with visits to Sophia’s parents’ house and the Fortnum and Mason’s sale. I couldn’t resist this ‘Peace and Joy’ mug.
I didn’t see the jugs, but aren’t they cheery too? I like the sole, fat angel and dancing crew equally.
Of course the blue and white ranges and are lovely
but in deepest winter, ‘Marmalade’ and hens seems a good way to go.
A round up of recent things seen on my walks round town.
Christmas foliage and mews houses between Euston and King’s Cross.
Decorations outside Claridges; the jams and marmalade shelf glowing in the dusk at Verde & Co.
The royal coat of arms behind the counter; carpet at Claridges.
Shelves at Verde & Co; a workshop in Fournier Street.
St Martin’s in the Fields.
A rather surprised looking beast carrying a lady home in a New Bond Street antiques shop; James II outside the National Gallery.
All photos December 2015.
By Zinaida Serebriakova, an artist I didn’t know at all until I found her via a long and convoluted track.