
All about breakfast.
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From the category archives:

Jude Fitzgerald salvages items from a mud-filled basement in Brattleboro, Vt. The state took the brunt of the storm’s torrential rains. (Jessica Hill / Associated Press)
My heart aches for Vermont; for all my old neighbors and friends who are digging out from some of the worst flooding the state has seen. And, tragically, most people don’t have flood insurance. Whole towns are cut off from food and supplies by washed out roads and bridges. This article from the Rutland Herald highlights the plight of the 300 person town of Pittsfield VT:
Many of the townspeople have been meeting daily at 7 a.m., doing head checks and making sure the day’s work assignments are clear. The meetings have been very well attended, he said, and the volunteers have been working long hours.
A bulletin board has been set up for public notes and notices. A curfew has been put in place. A 15 mph speed limit has been imposed across town because of all the pedestrians and children around. Gravel is being harvested using one of three excavators, two loaders and a small fleet of dump trucks.
Borden said there is no room for an emergency, especially a medical-related one. Even though there is a doctor, a physicians assistant and an emergency room nurse in town, “we can’t afford an incident.”
To Help: Text FOODNOW to 52000 and pay $10 on your cell bill that will go to the Vermont Foodbank, and be turned into $60 worth of groceries for local families in need.
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Dollhouses are on my mind. I recently purchased this dollhouse ($20 on Etsy!) as a sort of meme for the townhouse of my fantasy life. I love this image from 1910 of the Carnegie playground on Fifth Avenue and feast your eyes on the third dollhouse — made for a member of the Vanderbilt family in 1883 and a replica of an actual house that stood at 660 Fifth Avenue! Some part of my decorative arts heart exploded when I first saw this. More here. (Via Fuck Yeah, Victorians).


PS: Also loving this paper doll house.

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Harmony in Blue and Gold: The Peacock Room James McNeill Whistler, 1834–1903 Oil paint and gold leaf on canvas, leather, and wood Gift of Charles Lang Freer Freer Gallery of Art, Smithsonian Institution
For all the my decorative arts nerds and Cooper-Hewitt friends:
For the first time in 25 years, the Smithsonian’s Freer Gallery of Art will open the shutters of James McNeill Whistler’s famed Peacock Room for public view on the third Thursday of each month, beginning Aug. 18, 12-5:30 p.m. Visitors to the room will have a chance to experience the tonal subtleties and decorative variations of Whistler’s “harmony in blue and gold” visible only in natural sunlight.
The museum installed ultraviolet- and visible-light-filtering film on the windows, allowing visitors to see the beauty of the room in natural light while minimizing the effects of light fading. Peacock motifs that would ordinarily blend into the background, along with the glazed surfaces and complex textures of ceramics on display, are clearly visible. In the light-filled interior, the ghostly presence of the embossed patterns of the room’s leather wall hangings, which were part of the design created by the room’s architect, Thomas Jeckyll, and later covered in Prussian blue paint by Whistler, is discernable.
This series is offered in conjunction with “The Peacock Room Comes to America” exhibition and will continue through spring 2013. A docent will also be on hand to offer informal conversations with visitors from 12 to 2 p.m., along with an in-depth tour of the room at 2 p.m., where visitors can learn the story of Whistler’s controversial decorations and explore other works by the artist.
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Our entry way is my favorite part of the house. Every time I walk in or out the door I feel happy. So the view from our front door is directly into our bedroom (you can just see a snippet in the first photo), then the diagonal view is to the living room and to your right is Alex’s room. To your left is our kitchen (you can just see part of Alex’s play kitchen in the hallway).
The biggest change from when we first moved in are the amazing FLOR tiles Jenny suggested. I also love the row of wooden hooks I put up (along with an ikea photo ledge). Other details include: Nate Berkus sette in grey velvet, a selection of paint chips I threw together for Alex’s nursury in a fit of nesting and a mid-centruy modern bench that was our coffee table in our old apartment.
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I found these hot orange tissue boxes at Target a few months back and stocked up on them. These are so simple, so orange, so chic if that word can ever apply to something as dowdy as Kleenex. They are the Target house brand “Up & Up”. PS this is a tiny peek into our bedroom. Our bedside tables are from West Elm (I don’t think they carry them anymore) and the mural is a reproduction of a Zuber print from the 1830s.
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I came across this amazing photograph of Walter Gropius’s 80th birthday party in the Archives of American Art and it reminded me of the photo below that Joanna posted this week.

T: Walter Gropius’s 80th birthday, 1963. Photographer unknown. Marcel Breuer papers, Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution. B: Photo by Streetfsn, via Melanie.
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All about the peach pie and unhurried conversation at The Dutch :: the UWS tarallucci e vino :: watching The General with Alex :: obsessed with Words with Friends (my username is laughingabbey)
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Looking ahead to the weekend, Robin Raisfeld & Rob Patronite did a mouthwatering round up of fleeting summer eats for New York Magazine. These four made my before-Labor-Day list. Franny’s zucchini pizza; peach pie; Wichcraft BLT; Pearl Oyster Roll.
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It’s been all about mountain streams:: neon nail polish :: marigolds :: boucheron cheese.
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Many of you have asked for an update on the apartment and so here is a shot I just took of Alex napping on the couch in the aftermath of a day of reading books (and transferring them from bookshelf to coffee table and back again), folding laundry (safely stowed out of toddler reach on every surface), and general running around and making merry in the house with the air conditioners cranked in this NYC summer heat. Of all the updates made with the help of the intrepid and insanely talented Jenny Komenda my favorite is the new light fixture (see below for an earlier version of the room).
I’m embarrassed that in the past year I haven’t always had a lot to share here. I guess I’ve sort of been avoiding my blog as a result. (There, I said it.) Between working full time in an exciting but demanding environment and coming home and being a mother (and trying to continue to be a thoughtful and present wife, daughter, sister and friend) sometimes there wasn’t anything left over. I’ve resisted blogging about motherhood because I neither want to glamorize it nor complain about it. Motherhood is full of polarity; I’ve found it both intensely joyful and painfully overwhelming. It takes time to get your sea legs in the face of the sleep deprivation and the constant evolution of a baby to a toddler. Just when you think you’ve figured it out your child is writhing in the throes of a tantrum on the dirty floor of Target or awing you by engaging in pretend play for the first time (cooking “soup” and offering me “tea”).
Then, of course, the world hasn’t stood still while I was away in the camps of Motherhood and the Metropolitan. Far from it. Tumblr, pinterest, twitter, instragram, Facebook — there are so many more people sharing than there were five years ago when I started this blog (five years!!). Blogging takes a certain sort of gentle narcissism (that you believe you have something relevant and compelling to share) and I think motherhood takes the opposite of narcissism, whatever that might be (unconditional love, or selflessness, maybe). So, sometimes, since Alex was born, I have a sort of stage fright when it comes to the blog.
Now that I finished my year long internship at the Metropolitan Museum (I’m now interning two days a week at the Museum of Arts and Design) I suddenly find myself with more; more time with Alex; more time to myself; more time to blog. I’ve been posting a lot to my tumblr account, so go over and drink your fill.
PS The beautiful lemon tree was a casualty of Alex’s first months of life; I simply forgot to water it and didn’t even notice as it died. I still mourn its passing and that I couldn’t have kept my life together just a tiny bit more in that period (I know, I’m being critical. Which reminds me of a great post I just read on Aesthetic Outburst about being kinder to ourselves). PPS: Thanks to Jules for the title of this post and the nudge to post about apartment updates.

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