Happy Happy!

Happy New Year, Kittens!! 

xo

Rony

Debbie Harry clearly enjoying New Year's Eve. Image found here. 

Salutations, and imaginations.

Greetings, from one of my favorite places I've never been. The world is whirling, the years are turning, the rings are glowing, and hush, hush, hello, I see you, New Year.

-Leigh

Blonde Redhead's Brooklyn apartment from Domino Magazine, via Pinterest

Home Sweet Home

I've fallen in love with Will Cotton's paintings of white magic Hansel and Gretel cottages in the woods.

-Leigh

Monument, oil on linen, Will Cotton at Mary Boone Gallery

Dream Date: You, and a bottle of champagne.

I'm very interested in getting cozy with this gorgeous, ambrosial confection.

-Leigh

Lily Vanilli cake via Another Loves

Lounging, Sienna-style

The Catbird holiday party was last night and we all are feeling pretty groggy this morning afternoon. I would like to take a cue from the lovely Sienna Miller - draped in Catbird jewels and the most amazing loungewear.

xo

Rony

From Elle, Nov 2013

Aw, nutz!

Tiny and terrific, just how we like it.

-Leigh

Acorn Ornaments $6.00 for a set of three

Packing, drowning, packing, crying, packing, laughing...

So, the holiday season is here. Like, really really here. We are packing and packing and packing. Sometimes things run afoul and we feel so bad that tears are shed. Literally. But mostly, we are packing and packing and packing... 

Please friends - order now. Things we never imagined selling out of are already gone. 

xo

Rony

A small story about a small story.

When I was 5, or maybe 4, my mother would take me to the local 5 & 10, in Bellmore, I think, with its wide-planked, worn wooden floors, grown shiny with the treading of heels and soles of untied sneakers, to pick out a few yards of ribbon for my dark, slippery hair. It was a grand moment, a momentous decision; we chose together, and the cut and wound ribbon would be slipped into a plain brown paper bag, where, by the time we drove past the duckpond full of swans and geese, and goslings (the kinder, my mother called them) if we were lucky, and arrived home, they'd have unfurled into a loose, beautiful mess.

That 5 & 10 closed many years ago, as did the Woolworth's I also loved, and I can't remember exactly how my mom got the ribbons to stay in my hair (I think she turned them into headbands with elastic, but she didn't sew, so maybe my father made them, with his perfect, tiny, periodontist stitches that I hope you never need). I still love a beautiful mess, and the delicious feeling of making a story, told by small decisions taken seriously, and the inherent logic inside one's very own, personal, secret imagination.

-Leigh

dolls by Alice Mary Lynch, my favorite dollmaker, who also loves ribbons and stories