After some several months of Earnest (the whale and Ramsey's very best friend) being lost, he has finally been recaptured. The little Moby Dick and Ishmael reunited.
Makes me yearn yearn yearn for my own space. It's difficult to keep moving around with antique trunks filled with rocks and lots and lots of books. More often than not I say goodbye to things I've collected, which of course is good but...
Yes! Who knew. Ran into them on the way back from the Southern Oregon Coast picking up Agnes (brand new chocolate labradoodle!) and had to stop to see. Made a little climb and saw a landscape like I've never seen in person.
I like that, in the vein of Apartamento Magazine, these spaces aren't cleaned up, perfect and design-y. They're an honest representation of how one really lives--comfortable, no rules, no designer, no stylist. So much more interesting to look at!
I've been looking for a backpack for the last year. I really enjoyed my old navy Jansport, but I've been leaning towards a Filson although it's a little big. Here is a Dries van Noten that is basically perfect.