L: Fur Hat World. R: Timberland via Endless.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Buffalo Check
I mentioned how I was craving a rustic retreat in the woods, and if I were going on such a getaway right now, the items below seem like they'd be perfect accompaniments to the trip.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Camp Ohio
In the school district I attended from kindergarten through my senior year in high school, each fall, the six grade students were sent to a 4-H camp, Camp Ohio. Every school had their own three day period at the camp, and the students were accompanied by their teachers, as well as local high school students who acted as counselors.
Classes and schedules were dictated by each school; for mine that meant 6 periods to select from a combination of art, nature, and adventure classes, including the highly-coveted "High Ropes Course," "Photography," and "Buddy Burner Cooking," where you skipped lunch in the dining hall and cooked hot dogs and marshmallows. These and other popular classes were quick to fill up when we selected our schedules, leaving some students with less desirable choices like "The Big Hike," a double-period class spent hiking through the hills surrounding the camp.
Of course, the boys' and girls' cabins were on opposite sides of camp, sides joined together by a bridge. Although rumors abound that the teachers stood guard at night at this spot where the two sides connected, inevitably, some couples snuck out after dark to meet at the bridge. Their departures were the cause of speculation and gossip as everyone wondered whether they would be caught and more importantly, if their meeting were successful, whether it would involve a kiss.
By that time of year, the leaves were striking shades of yellow, orange and red, and the weather was cold. In the morning, the frosty air stung my lungs, yet felt invigorating as I dashed from the cabin to the bathhouse, hurrying in my pajamas and winter coat from the comfort of one warm building to the next. An early snow fall graced our trip, and it was enchanting to see the hilly landscape covered in white.
I fell in love with Camp Ohio as a 6th grader and vowed to return with my school as a high school counselor if I were selected. My sophomore year, I had my first opportunity to do just that.
Not much had changed in the years since I was a camper. The "High Ropes Course" was still a highly-coveted class, even for the counselors, while "The Big Hike" was not filled to maximum capacity. Boys and girls still made plans for clandestine meetings at the bridge after darkness fell. And the cold morning air, which I would curse for so many months in the winter, still provided an invigorating start to my days as I dashed from the cabin to the bathhouse.
I returned again as a counselor my junior and senior year in high school, and every fall since then, on the first frosty morning of the season, I find myself longing for a rustic getaway. A cabin. Fall leaves. And the company of friends.
Verity Welstead
Classes and schedules were dictated by each school; for mine that meant 6 periods to select from a combination of art, nature, and adventure classes, including the highly-coveted "High Ropes Course," "Photography," and "Buddy Burner Cooking," where you skipped lunch in the dining hall and cooked hot dogs and marshmallows. These and other popular classes were quick to fill up when we selected our schedules, leaving some students with less desirable choices like "The Big Hike," a double-period class spent hiking through the hills surrounding the camp.
Of course, the boys' and girls' cabins were on opposite sides of camp, sides joined together by a bridge. Although rumors abound that the teachers stood guard at night at this spot where the two sides connected, inevitably, some couples snuck out after dark to meet at the bridge. Their departures were the cause of speculation and gossip as everyone wondered whether they would be caught and more importantly, if their meeting were successful, whether it would involve a kiss.
By that time of year, the leaves were striking shades of yellow, orange and red, and the weather was cold. In the morning, the frosty air stung my lungs, yet felt invigorating as I dashed from the cabin to the bathhouse, hurrying in my pajamas and winter coat from the comfort of one warm building to the next. An early snow fall graced our trip, and it was enchanting to see the hilly landscape covered in white.
I fell in love with Camp Ohio as a 6th grader and vowed to return with my school as a high school counselor if I were selected. My sophomore year, I had my first opportunity to do just that.
Not much had changed in the years since I was a camper. The "High Ropes Course" was still a highly-coveted class, even for the counselors, while "The Big Hike" was not filled to maximum capacity. Boys and girls still made plans for clandestine meetings at the bridge after darkness fell. And the cold morning air, which I would curse for so many months in the winter, still provided an invigorating start to my days as I dashed from the cabin to the bathhouse.
I returned again as a counselor my junior and senior year in high school, and every fall since then, on the first frosty morning of the season, I find myself longing for a rustic getaway. A cabin. Fall leaves. And the company of friends.
Verity WelsteadSince our cold seasons are slower to arrive here in Texas, it has only been in the most recent weeks that I've found myself longing for such a retreat. Since none will be happening this autumn, I'm contenting myself with these photos, my memories, and remembering to appreciate how invigorating the cold morning air can be.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Giving Thanks
While a day on the calendar indicating we should stop to give thanks shouldn't be the only time we do so, it is a wonderful reminder to take a moment to reflect on the things in our lives for which we are grateful.
Among the things I am thankful for today is you. With so many blogs populating the world wide web, thank you for making Under A Paper Moon one where you chose to spend some time; I am humbled and honored you do.
Among the things I am thankful for today is you. With so many blogs populating the world wide web, thank you for making Under A Paper Moon one where you chose to spend some time; I am humbled and honored you do.
Jonny Valiant
For those of you celebrating today, I hope your Thanksgiving is a very happy one filled with love and lots of wonderful food!!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Quite Rightly
I wanted to finish this focus on mustard, a hue that seems to be a rather 'mellow yellow," with a round-up of images that feature this color paired with shades of blue-- a pairing that sounds like it could be very primary, but in it's execution, is anything but!
Top: House Beautiful. Middle- L: Nate Berkus R: Anna Williams Photography.
Bottom: Amy Neunsinger.
Bottom: Amy Neunsinger.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
A Room Reveals A Wedding {Soft Seaglass & Honey Mustard}
Because I've been on a bit of a mustard kick, I knew I wanted to design an inspiration board around this color, and as it's been quite a while since we've had one, I thought it time for A Room Reveals A Wedding post.
Today's inspiration room has an eclectic feel with both vintage and modern elements present; it features a bold splash of honey mustard tempered by soft seaglass and white.
Today's inspiration room has an eclectic feel with both vintage and modern elements present; it features a bold splash of honey mustard tempered by soft seaglass and white.
The Room
House Beautiful
The wedding that draws inspiration from this room would utilize the same blend of the warm and cool shades with vintage and modern styling.
The Wedding
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Row 1: L to R- Dana Gallagher, Shea & Syd- Dustin Todd via Style Me Pretty, Cade Martin. Row 2: Martha Stewart, Martha Stewart, Love Luck and Angels Wedding Coordination, Cannelle et Vanille. Row 3: Anna Williams, Our Labor of Love via Once Wed, Amy Neunsinger, and Sarah Maren Photography via Southern Weddings. Row 4: Our Labor of Love via Once Wed, Cannelle et Vanille, and Grazier Photography via Style Me Pretty.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Colonel Mustard
Since I'm still swooning over the mustard color so prevalent in the photos from the Fly Girl post, I thought I'd indulge my craving by scouting out some current apparel choices in the same shade.
L: Charles by Charles David. R: Dirty Laundry.
Although I have already have a skirt in nearly this exact hue, I can't help but crave more of this rich yellow; it's warm tone is perfectly suited for fall, while it's cheerfulness makes it the perfect companion for any cold, grey day.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Fly Girl
The rich and saturated colors in these photos, from the model's gorgeous red hair to the warm mustard of the plane and the second blouse, make me swoon, and I decided they were the perfect way to cap off this series of aviation-themed posts.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
A Day of Sadness
My heart and prayers go out to the soldiers, families, and friends touched by the tragedy at Ft. Hood today.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Ace Style
You don't need a pilot's license to sport the fashion of a flier-- it's easy to draw inspiration from the classic style choices attributed to the aviation field.
Time-honored aviator sunglasses, cozy aviator hats, and aviation-inspired outerware, especially bomber jackets, offer up a major dose of ace style.
Time-honored aviator sunglasses, cozy aviator hats, and aviation-inspired outerware, especially bomber jackets, offer up a major dose of ace style.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I Fly Like Paper
I've talked about wanting to learn how to fly an airplane, but there's actually one type of plane I can already glide across the sky-- the kind with wings made of paper. While folding a paper plane takes some skill, sending a well-made one soaring across a room requires little or no training. The flights may not always be long nor the landings always pretty, but watching the thin paper momentarily suspended in air always seems just a bit magical.
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