A bouquet of orange roses

Sometimes a bouquet of orange roses is just a bouquet of orange roses. And sometimes, if you look a little closer, I think you might find a bouquet of orange roses is actually a magical little land all its own.

orange roses

orange roses

orange roses

orange roses

orange roses

I love investigating the world with my trusty camera in hand. With such a companion you can transform a (slightly) cluttered corner of your living room into a little floral studio. Just add a truly unassuming rose bouquet to the mix and you’re good to go. Happy exploring, friends.

 

SIGNED, anya elise

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The Not-At-All Definitive Guide to Jane Austen Films

jane austen books and movies

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that when your husband leaves town for 8 days, you should ferret out every Jane Austen movie adaptation possible and rank them according to style, casting, overall feel, and that special, indescribable little pop that makes a film worth returning to year after year.

And so I did.

I should begin with a disclaimer that these rankings are 100 percent subjective, 110 percent silly, and 125 percent based on nothing more than my own zany mood, which was left to its own devices for 8 days straight, so you know, be warned, fair visitors. I should also say that even with that disclaimer, I took this pretty seriously, in the best and most fun way possible. There was a fair share of note taking that accompanied my happy viewing, and just a wee bit of research into certain actors, writers, directors, and even Ms. Austen herself.

The movies I watched were mostly chosen for convenience, i.e. the adaptations that I could either readily check out from my local library, or that I already owned, or that I was able to find on one online streaming service or another. I’ve indicated below where I found each copy so that you too can enjoy the experience if you feel thusly compelled. (Be careful though, engaging in this activity may result in you using words such as “thusly” and publishing them on the internet.) As the week progressed, I found myself wanting to compare different imaginings of the same story, so you will find two “Pride and Prejudice” movies represented, and two “Emma” adaptations. (Please note, the movies below are listed in the order in which I watched them.)

OK! Pull up a couch, grab some coffee, wine, ice cream, popcorn or all of the above, and let’s get to it.

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Climbing Roses

I am a sucker for flowers. Any time I enter a grocery store, I have to stop and quite literally smell the roses. I usually restrain myself from stocking my entire basket with florals — one has to watch the budget after all — but it is certainly a struggle. So it’s always a delight when surprise flowers show up on my doorstep, as happened last week when my very kind landlady left us a small vase of climbing roses she pruned from her garden.

It seems to me my landlady was a professional florist in another life, because her garden-harvested floral arrangements are always perfection. She’s sweet and thoughtful, and shares these treasures with us freely throughout the season.  Her most recent creation begged to be photographed — the colors! the textures! — so I pulled out some gear and was quite content to get lost in the task.

Here’s wishing you all a good week ahead. Seek out beauty in all its many forms; that remains one of the best antidotes to the particular ennui and lethargy that can plague us these days.

 

SIGNED, anya elise

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A Sunday in Four Parts

The house still smells like bacon.

We spent a heaven-sent Sunday in our little cottage house this weekend, napping, reading, watching television, drinking homemade lattes, and yes, devouring bacon. We don’t frequently get unscheduled weekends, so when we do, we hold on to them tight.

I captured these four, Sunday afternoon scenes yesterday using the stories feature on Instagram. (Are you guys on Instagram? Let’s be friends. It’s by far my favorite social media platform; so many interesting and beautiful things to see.) With that particular feature, the videos or pictures you post disappear after 24 hours. Which can be a fun and fresh way of sharing an adventure with your Instagram pals, and I really enjoy both creating them, and viewing other folks’ stories. Now and then, though, I want to collect the little bits I feature there and keep them as a token. A small little token that will forever remind me of what life looked like in a low-key, snapshot moment; even the seemingly unremarkable moments of a sleepy weekend afternoon.

sunday nap and mostly dead flowers

bacon and newspapers

What did you all do this weekend? Was it marvelous?

 

SIGNED, anya elise

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stop and smell the magenta carnations

magenta carnations

magenta carnations

magenta carnations

magenta carnations

Because sometimes it’s Monday and time to once again face the grab bag of possibilities, uncertainties, hard work, emails, phone calls, and fun that meet you afresh each week. What better occasion could their be for a $3 bouquet of Trader Joe’s carnations?

Wishing you a smashing good week!

 

SIGNED, anya elise

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