It is a difficult task to wholly choose a favorite season, as all four possess qualities and evoke feelings unique unto themselves. However, it is with the transitional seasons, autumn and spring, that I find the most magic and inspiration for renewal. Come September and June, I’m possessed with a drive to shed the old and unnecessary and to manifest the new and elating. It begins with a brisk breath of air upon the skin on a summer’s eve, and then the transformation of brilliant hues of emerald to rich golds and auburns sweeps the city. And with daylight dwindling and evenings extended one must make the transition from activities guided by the sun to those that are guided by the moon. For me this is a shift from lounging atop my cotton paisley beach blanket to bundling my limbs in my favorite wool throw; sipping my home made thyme iced tea to spiced cider or chai; summer produce such as blueberries, heirloom tomatoes, summer squash, corn on the cob, and fresh parsley, to autumn produce, acorn squash, winter endive, pomegranates, pears, blackberries, figs, and pumpkin; from growing to harvesting; and balmy to brisk. And though treasure hunting is an all year, everyday activity for me, some of the richest of troves are those of the summer: yard sales, garage sales, and flea markets.
a spread of four tarot cards framed, probably a quite meaningful spread to the craftsman.
with awesome gold psychedelic velvet fabric on the back!
A beautiful four tiered candelabra. it is even more extraordinary in person.
Glitter scull, cute decks of cards, a great tarot deck, a little trinket, and a crucifix from prague.
Silly outfit photos of a random thrifting day in the middle of the August heat.