Last night I was reminded of the real meaning of home. A beautiful home in Toronto suddenly went up in flames yesterday. The elderly man who lives there tried to save his wife, who was not mobile enough to move on her own. She perished in the fire. He suffered terrible burns and is in hospital. The couple lived there for decades. Who cares what style of dining chairs they had or what colour the curtains were. This is a love story of a couple and their home with the most heroic and tragic of all endings. My heart aches for these total strangers. I encourage you to read their story here and then remember what's most important in your home. For Mike it was his wife, Violet.
Perfectly pretty purple. Bought my first ever purple item of clothing in London in March and since then am loving it. Makes me wonder: Purple, where've you been all my life? Here are some pretty things that have been catching my eye since.
Above, my scarf from UniQlo. love it with green or navy.
Below, ladies at Ascot 2009:
princess eugenie at ascot. the telegraph referred to these as clashing colours. the telegraph is dumb. purple and green are natural companions.
photo: james merrell
parisian apt. photo: thibault jeanson
a vanity paint job at Selfridges. my photo.
vanessa bruno's apt. via this is glamorous.
via decor8 flickr.
These are all pretty happy things, but did you know that these colours were part of the Victorian stages of mouring? The complex system was popularized when Queen Victoria mourned the death of her dear love Prince Albert. Americans adopted the system as well. The stages, deep/heavy mourning, full-mourning and light/half-mourning dictated what a woman wore, who she saw and even the colours used to print her calling card. Read more about it here. In light mourning, a woman could begin to add violet, mauve and lavender accents to her black clothing. Then in the final stages, her wardrobe would consist of light greys and lavenders.
I am thinking of this today because a friend's father has passed away. I'm so sad for him.