When we're not creating beautiful designs and coding websites, we like to have fun with our kids. My kids hate going to bed. So I thought I'd mix things up and make bedtime a little more creative. You can watch the HD version by clicking here.
Moselle Blog
Bedtime Time-Lapse
- Thursday, September 15, 2011
Don't fence me in
- Thursday, September 15, 2011
Imagine a fence. It stands there, waiting. Keeping. Guarding.
To me, the fence says, come look beyond me!
So I look beyond, and see dreams. Adventures, lessons, opportunity; perhaps some disappointment.
As children, we are taught to respect boundaries, not be pushy, stay within the safe zone. I see myself telling my children these very things. Climb down from the fence! I hear myself saying. Or the more frequent, Be careful, you don't want to get lost!
As an adult I've watched myself start tearing down fences; loosening the planks, stretching the wires, until I feel like I'm able to freely live up to my potential. When doubt creeps in, the fence builds a little- when confidence reigns, I'm once again running through open fields. In the open fields we stretch and imagine and succeed, the way we're meant to. In the openness we create and inspire and dream.
But the fence- it truly is a beautiful symbol. Created to keep us safe, it's only when we push past it that we can really find our creativity. I sometimes squeeze through and see what's out there, but keep my feet grounded on the other side. Other times I break through without abandon and live the adventure. It's during these times I see my art grow and change and develop. And that makes me?
Happy.
by
wendy + tyler
Blue Lily Photo
www.bluelilyphoto.com
Blog: www.bluelily.squarespace.com
"Moselle: chapter the second"
- Thursday, September 15, 2011
The rain came down in big gloppy drops and she saw no end in site.
The cab driver was middle eastern and smelled of curry and bitter tobacco. They didn't speak. She watched the drops slide down the window leaving snail trails. Her feet hurt more today than usual. The bills felt moist in her hands. She looked down at them and wondered how many miles they had traveled before landing in her possession.
Such an extravagance. A cab ride.
She paused before fitting the key into the lock. She put her ear to the door. She listened, but heard nothing.
Alas, her little finches were fast asleep, cuddled up on the far side of the perch leaving the apartment silent and uninviting. She opened the sealed note she had found slipped under her door and read it while she kicked off her shoes.
Miss Moselle, Please note that all tenants are now required to personally transport their own trash to West side of the building. Fritz will no longer be making rounds to gather trash, he will, however, continue to collect glass milk and soda bottles. As a courtesy to Mrs. Havenbell on the second floor, please do not ring the bell for entry past the hour of nine p.m. Thank you, Management
She sat on the chaise next to the window with her legs curled up underneath her. The room was fairly stark. Decorating on a beginners salary would take time. The damask wall paper would have to wait. But she had her birds and her chaise. And now she had a warm bowl of macaroni and cheese which was a guilty pleasure from her childhood.
And it made her miss her mother. Her mother who painted every wall in their family home gold and adorned them with blue and white Delft plates. Oh how she had hated her mother's style growing up. But now, well now she would give anything to spend a day in her mother's warm kitchen, watching her prepare a banketstaaf, sipping peppermint tea.
And she realized something there in her empty apartment, on her chaise next to the window with the rain drops softly pattering.
Her mother's style is true. Never changing. Steady and welcoming. It radiated directly from the heart of a gentle woman with love to give.
The empty bowl and spoon sat on the chaise. The finches were waking, stretching their wings.
The Delft tea cups her mother had given her were located and given a new home on the mantle.
And she felt a little closer to home, a little more comfortable in her own skin.
a little Moselle...
- Thursday, September 15, 2011
even FedExKinko's is a little Moselle...
{p.s.} fedex receipt prettified by Moselle :)
Hello, my name is Moselle
- Thursday, September 15, 2011
"Style is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves
forward" -Robert Frost
The man behind the desk asked her a simple question and yet her mind raced and stumbled and she wondered where to begin.
"Yes,and what is your personal sense of style Miss?"
"Well, I...I am, I mean I like, which is to say, I gravitate towards things, or rather, items, that say, well not "say" in a literal way but in a figurative way, that say well...this."
And she laid her well loved album gingerly on the desk and turned it to face the man.
"Miss Moselle?" he asked bewildered by this strange answer to his stock question.
"This is me, well notme, but everything I love. Photos and things I've collected over the years..." Her voice trailed off.
The man looked down at the album and tentatively opened the first page to a new world.
by april
www.secondsisterdesigns.com
1. Untitled, 2. yellow, 3. if wishes were horses, 4. LULALAND, 5. books, 6. Untitled, 7. Swedish "slagbaenk", 8. WINDMILL, 9. version II, 10. Untitled, 11. 1800s Lettering Sketchbook, image 14, 12. vintagebird02, 13. Yale Joel for LIFE, 14. Untitled, 15. one letter - M, 16. card letter o, 17. Door detail, 18. E, 19. L, 20. L on a door, 21. E & ivy, 22. whidbey., 23. untitled, 24. untitled, 25. tim walker dip, 26. suitcases, 27. flapper - Ziegfeld Girl 4, 28. isabelle, 29. yellow door "Moss Norway", 30. knitted dress, 31. made some boxes, 32. undeniably, she felt cornered., 33. Untitled, 34. photo3, 35. art wall
The man behind the desk asked her a simple question and yet her mind raced and stumbled and she wondered where to begin.
"Yes,and what is your personal sense of style Miss?"
"Well, I...I am, I mean I like, which is to say, I gravitate towards things, or rather, items, that say, well not "say" in a literal way but in a figurative way, that say well...this."
And she laid her well loved album gingerly on the desk and turned it to face the man.
"Miss Moselle?" he asked bewildered by this strange answer to his stock question.
"This is me, well notme, but everything I love. Photos and things I've collected over the years..." Her voice trailed off.
The man looked down at the album and tentatively opened the first page to a new world.
by april
www.secondsisterdesigns.com
1. Untitled, 2. yellow, 3. if wishes were horses, 4. LULALAND, 5. books, 6. Untitled, 7. Swedish "slagbaenk", 8. WINDMILL, 9. version II, 10. Untitled, 11. 1800s Lettering Sketchbook, image 14, 12. vintagebird02, 13. Yale Joel for LIFE, 14. Untitled, 15. one letter - M, 16. card letter o, 17. Door detail, 18. E, 19. L, 20. L on a door, 21. E & ivy, 22. whidbey., 23. untitled, 24. untitled, 25. tim walker dip, 26. suitcases, 27. flapper - Ziegfeld Girl 4, 28. isabelle, 29. yellow door "Moss Norway", 30. knitted dress, 31. made some boxes, 32. undeniably, she felt cornered., 33. Untitled, 34. photo3, 35. art wall
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