Days and weeks have blended together once again, where I end up asking often what day of the week it is? I keep saying lots is going on, and it is, which sadly has kept me from posting as often as I want to. But I do try to stay connected, and between the stressful moments in my day, I strive to see the most beautiful of things.
Someone at work over a call, reminded me it was a long weekend here in the states and asked what my plans were. I batted my eyes for a second and sadly sighed knowing my options, like most others, are pretty limited. Pandemic, brutal winter days + caring for mom and an aging dog, I will be spending my weekend working mostly, possibly cooking, and some light cleaning – okay – some very intense house chores. But that doesn’t mean my mind isn’t elsewhere, somewhere in a resort in Tahoe, or otherwise, spending the three days lounging with tea or hot chocolate in tow, around a chalet of sorts like… {featured image full credit and source}
There are certain elements of decor that simply take my breath away, and has me smiling even through the most difficult of times. Also, I never realized how important it is to maintain this artistic expression site of mine I call Raw Silk and Saffron. So without much of words, I’ll share my thoughts {featured image source and full credit}
In San Francisco, we’ve got plenty of wonderful Victorian and Edwardian homes to admire, stretched along the Richmond District, Pacific Heights, and so many other neighborhoods established before the 1901 earthquake, and some even after. I worry about the transformation of these homes into more modern flairs and and integration of unrecognizable facades from the traditional. But that’s what evolution is I suppose. So I go about admiring English homes, and their wonderful efforts to incorporate upgrades while maintaining most of the quality craftsmanship of the exterior and even some of the interior makeup. {Topic Inspiration and full credit source}
I was on a work call the other day, where one of the participants sat at her desk in a room I could have sworn was somewhere in Paris. But it wasn’t she said, it was her tiny apartment which she turned into a Parisian artists loft tucked somewhere near Sacré-Cœur. You know the ones in the attic, with large windows and open space filled with canvas, paint brushes, and whatever artists collect to create an inspirational space. Secretly I knew she and I would be great friends. Yesterday I took a much needed day off from work and just drove around a bit in the rain trying to figure out if it is worth my effort to plan out 2021, like I normally do each year, or simply let the new norm restrictions guide the course so not to feel as disappointed. I returned home, thinking perhaps I should embark on all the home renovation projects I had been pondering over in 2020: such as designing an actual garden for the backyard, updating the …
I realized in recent weeks, while finding my way through a promotion, that I have neglected my home – in that working from home at all hours of the day and night to adapt to this new role had taken precedent over everything else that defines working on the home. As some of us may know, or those of us overly organized minded, and meticulous, that in order to maintain order in the home, we must effort each and every spare second to tidy up. Well, it disappoints me to say that hasn’t happened in my household since the beginning of October. One area in particular that needs attention, even though I keep clean and managed after preparing a meal, and serving the family, is the kitchen. Which I also feel needs an update – this part is slotted for the future: Repaint the current cabinets, replace the countertops, either retile the current floor or replace with hardwood (my favorite) and update the appliances. Until then…I found the perfect inspiration to follow the steps into …
On this rainy morning, all I want to share are the beautiful, colorful things in life…. {photo source from here, here, here – featured image here}
Last night, I said goodnight to the full moon, and set my clock back and turned in. This morning, I woke up to a new month, a new time, and watched the same glistening moon against the graceful skies, slowly lapsing into another time zone. I felt sad for some strange reason. I normally feel this way at the beginning of November, knowing there is just two months to the end of a year – and what a year it has been. Not the best I must admit, but we can only hope that the future is brighter, for as long as we do our part to live peacefully, in a dignified fashion. That is the key… So for today, I want to share what I call visual therapy – in hopes to contain the amount of anxiety looming across the globe: Featured image source is the ideal life I imagine for myself
In light of the fact, we are all adapting to new ways of living, mostly outdoors, I have decided next spring to embark, well actually, hire someone to actually do the hard labor of renovating our backyard. Which hasn’t been touched since the house was built in the 1930s. Disclaimer: Most backyards, in homes in the sunset in San Francisco are hardly used since before COVID everyone would simply venture to the outdoors near and far in California. So, Spring, and these ideas are being pinned on my board to help set the direction of the landscape I am aiming to achieve. Source and full credit
I’ve been away as I mentioned a week or so back, because I’ve had to readjust my days in caring for my mother, who fell and broke her arm, then a few days later, fell again and broke or fractured another part of her arm. Mind you I am not stating my personal life here, for any sort of empathy, I am simply stating the fact, that is what has kept me away from all things I love, writing, photography, walking and even watching films. But, this morning, while my mother finally figured out a way to sleep peacefully, I decided to sit here, next to her of course, and catch up with all of you, who by the way keep my grounded. So here we go… My first thought is – what a twisted world we live in. And more specifically what a sad state America has turned into. I have never imagined the level of cruelty among mankind could escalate to such vileness. Especially in these trying times, where unity and dignity is …
