I adore Anne Sexton. I discovered her work last Fall and am at the tip of the iceberg in terms of how much I've read (though I will say that The Addict is beautiful, and very much spoke to me). Taking her emotional poetry and early suicide into consideration, I believe that she was a person who felt deeply, perhaps more than most. These pages from her personal scrapbook are signs of happier days. If you look closely, you'll see that the pages are filled with momentos from her elopement. They key to their suite, an newspaper ad for a film they say together, a Western Union telegraph from her parents (who are sick with worry). There's something invaluable and sweet that somewhere in this world, these objects exist on paper. I hope to do the same when I reach a similar point in my life. Though I know myself and will think it somewhat inconvienant at the time, Anne Sexton shows me that it'll be worth the effort.
True to my astrological sign - I am a cancer - I love the idea of nesting. I believe that nesting doesn’t have to start with a new relationship or a new baby. I like to think of it as creating a cozy and private alternative universe for myself to live, think, eat, sleep, grow. I’ve lived by myself for the past year with my yorkie, Bella, and find that there’s comfort in running my own household. It’s not always easy. My grandmother’s pretty Portmeirion dinnerware does not get washed unless I put on the gloves and do it. The antique Chinese rugs fast become catastrophes unless I take the time to vacuum. But living alone allows me to paint my living room Queen Anne Pink, to stay up as late as I want knitting and watching PBS. To eat ice cream at midnight and leave the dishes for tomorrow.
My rent is ridiculously cheap and thus my apartment building is not exactly what you’d call luxurious. I’m pretty sure that the basement is haunted and my next-door neighbors party as if it’s their last day on earth every. damn. night. But as soon as I close the front door, none of that seems to matter. I’m safe because I’m home.
If all goes as planned and I stay here for two more years, it will be the longest I've lived anywhere since childhood. My big dream is to have it published down the line, though life’s circumstances (school, time, limited funds) have caused roadblocks in the decorating process. We’ll see what happens.
In the meantime, I find great joy in posting snippets of it when I can. Above are a few photos of my apartment from instagram. My favorite pieces in the space are those that I found in odd, forgotten places, or those that I’ve had for eons. For example, the curtains sat forever in the corner of an antiques store until I adopted them. The tiger-print cork board was a high school graduation present from a family I used to nanny for. I stand by the fact that you can decorate a house in six months, but truly building a home takes years. The fantastic thing is that each year has proven over and over to bring better objects. I’m looking forward to what 2014 has in store :)
(shoddy photos et al. live here)
“She was obsessed with being surrounded by things. In her room, she had a wardrobe with a see-through door full of toys and bits of popular art. Everything was in it’s place. So tidy. Though she was physically a wreck, everything about her was so tidy. And she was always so well turned-out.”
-Raquel Tibol, friend to Frida in her later years, as told to BBC
I have a giant girl crush on Leith Clark. It started a few years back when I first discovered Lula, her now-defunct fashion magazine. I all but stalk her on instagram and eat up anything and everything she has a hand in.
When I'm intrigued by someone, I naturally want to take a look at their living space. This Harper's Bazaar UK article was all I could find! Her space is adorable, and I’m surprised that she hasn’t had a full fledged feature in an interiors publication. I have a feeling that she decorated this space over time, using her instincts to pick up pieces here and there which in turn gave life to a look that is 100% her own. These are the kind of spaces that I most admire.
Her newest venture, The Violet Book, is on my radar but I’m hard pressed to find a copy in Kansas City. Have you had a chance to read it? Would love to know what you think!
P.S. the article notes that her pup drinks from a Beverly Hills Hotel water bowl. I love that detail :)