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reminds me of the design in 70s french films……..



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We were fortunate to have several design legends in town Miles Redd, Marjorie Skouras, and Jonathan Adler. I know, right?! Its been decorator heaven around here lately.

On Wednesday, I attended the Fall Market at the Houston Decorative Center. PaperCity hosted a panel discussion on the inspirations of art and design. It was so exciting to see Miles Redd and Marjorie Skouras discuss how they started in design, what influences them, and how they go about bringing together their vision. Fantastic!

(Marjorie Skouras)


January 17, 2011-


If I could choose any superpower, it would definitely be the power of flight.


Do not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us.

Strangers think I’m quiet. My friends think I’m out-going. But only my BEST friends know that I’m completely insane!

Single is not only a status. It’s a word that best describes a person who is strong enough 2live and enjoy life without depending on others.

Andrée Putman

  She has described her most successful projects as, “the perfect balance between discipline and revolt.”

Words of the Buddha






leisure – slowness

W. H. Davies

Money, O!

When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.

Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.

Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men’s hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.

So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.

When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
My friends are real, though very few

W. H. Davies


WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Matthew Arnold

“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
Matthew Arnold (Dover Beach and Other Poems)

“But often, in the world’s most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us—to know
Whence our lives come and where they go.”
Matthew Arnold

“We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I do not know.”

“And we forget because we must and not because we will.”

“Life is not a having and a getting, but a being and a becoming.”
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men
The free thinking of one age is the common sense of the next
And each day brings it’s pretty dust,
Our soon-choked souls to fll
And we forget because we must,
And not because we will.”
Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born.
Journalism is literature in a hurry

Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits–on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand . . .”

Do not stand at my grave and weep –Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye


I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless’d; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.


I am so small I can barely be seen.

How can this great love be inside me?

Look at your eyes, they are small but they

see enormous things.




You were born with potential

You were born with goodness and trust

You were born with ideals and dreams

You were born with greatness

You were born with wings

You are not meant for crawling, so don’t

You have wings

Learn to use them and fly!





We are the mirror as well as the face in it.

We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.

We are pain and what cures pain both.

We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

I want to hold you close like a lute so we can cry out with loving.

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?

 I am your mirror, and here are the stones.




You bewilder us with your grace,

all evils transformed into goodness.

You are the master alchemist.

You light the fire of love in Earth and Sky,

in heart and soul of every being.

Through your loving, 

existence and non-existence merge.

All opposites unite. 

 All that is profane becomes sacred again



Is it your face that adorns this garden?

Is it your fragrance that intoxicates this garden?

Is it your Spirit that has made this brook a river of wine?

Hundreds have looked for you, and died searching in this garden,

where you hide behind the scenes.

But this pain is not for those who come as lovers.

You are easy to find here.

You are in the breeze and in this river of wine.



 I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, 

did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.

  My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless.  Neither body or soul.

  I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one

 and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, 

only that breath breathing human being.



e from articles – 2011

The time comes when the pain to remain a caterpillar is greater than the metamorphosis it takes to become a butterfly.AlexSandra L. Lett 

It is tact that is golden – not silence.Samuel Butler

Do not allow your new-found confidence to turn into over-confidence or arrogance. That could spell BIG trouble for you. Neither should you think the worst in areas which did not go exactly to plan. Knowing what went right, and being satisfied with it, is what matters ……….. Patience and faith are the keys………..Use your own power to empower someone else. Be prepared to give unselfishly, but do remember that you cannot give what you haven’t got.  Let yourself feel the strength you have gained from this year of self-empowerment. Be proud of who you were, because that was the person whose desire to grow and evolve brought you to who and where you are now.  

Self-acceptance enables you to feel so relaxed that you can live, moment-by-moment, without concern of what others think of you, or of what your next problem might be.

The self-respect  can be shared by respecting others.

paul smith ; Tom’s-

paul smith – art deco dresses –

my fashion favs will be added to my henceforth……..staring with paul smith today