hi, it's me.

just popping by to say hi.
oh and look,
i got a new camera,
hip hip hooray!

new in my shop: small salt bowls

new in my shop.
small salt bowls
$30 canadian each
and really really lovely.



that's all for now,
happy saturday friends.
talk tomorrow.
xox.
nikole

silk streamer love.

just had to re-post these.
perfect for a windy summer wedding by the shore.
via lobster and swan.

image: syrendell

hello!

hello, hello!


wow, it feels like it has been ages since we last chatted.
and though it seems like i'm always saying this, i will be back to regular posting this week.


my mom was visiting this last past week & we kept ourselves pretty busy.
that said, i did have a second this afternoon to update the shop.
plus, there are small salt bowls to come later in the week.

(to be added to the hg mailing list, email us at herriottgrace[at]gmail[dot]com)



that's all for now.
hope you're all well,
i'm looking forward to checking out what you've all been up to in the last while.
hug hug. talk soon.
bye.

chocolate love.

pretty.
via lovely package.

a few things.

i long for the ocean most days and for the mountains.
i miss the smell of my horse, the curve of her back
the lines on her hoofs.



i like the bustle of the city.
the sounds that come with.
the honking of horns, the moving of cars,
the chatter of voices.

i feel alive from all the energy.




but there's a calm you don't get here.
one that comes only with the the smell of sea air.
with the click clack of a horses shoes.
and with a wind filled with crisp mountain mist.




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and other things:



i like the simplicity of joslyn's post on minimal


there's a herriott grace update to come this weekend and it's good.

*edit*
the update to come later in the week due to my broken camera, sigh.

plus, there are some developments on that front.
in the beginning stages, but very good news.
i'll share more soon i promise.

at the moment the clock is ticking so i've got to stay focused.
but i can't wait to share.

and i LOVE these photos.

one
two
three
four



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that's all for now.

thanks for stopping in.
hug. hug. peck on the cheek.

david japy.

hello.

just stopping by for a second,
wanted to show you some lovely work i happened past yesterday.
i do love a well taken photograph of food.



but, i've got to run, i'm going to be late.
hope it's sunny where you are.
bye for now. hug. hug.

images: brice pascal-suisse

the pink flower story.

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i was thinking today about this little girl i see some days.
walking with her mother, their hands clasped together, their dog striding out in front of them.
his worn leather leash going taut and then slack, taut and then slack.


this girl, her ginger hair falls evenly from her middle part.
most often free, but sometimes tied with small blue ribbons or light peach strings.
she wears mary-janes and sometimes rain-boots.
she picks her clothes. i can just tell.
and she wears them, so proud, so sure of herself.


she carries a small poka-dot umbrella some days,
almost the same as her mother's.
she looks almost like an adult in her young skin of eight.

her nose small, her eyes green.
her skin pale, porcelain.
light freckles dot her cheeks.



sometimes i think i can see something more in her,
more than the simple innocence of a young girl.
i can almost see or at least imagine the women she might grow into.
the one she might become.

i don't know why that is.
i don't know her,
i don't know her mother,
nor her father.

i don't know their family,
i don't know their friends.
i don't even know the name of their dog.



but sometimes i hear them speak.
sometimes i hear snippets of their conversations,
while they sit together on the wobbly rock wall to the left of my place.

her feet dangling,
her mothers resting on the cement in her white cotton sneakers.
her ankle socks peeking from the edges.
their dog panting, but patient.
their conversations there, like a kind of small tradition.

i hear the little ginger girl ask questions,
questions about airplanes and tortoises and toe-nail paint,
and questions about people.



i see her ponder her mother's answers.
i see her mind carefully analyzing what she has heard.
i see her think of what she might ask next.
and i see how her mother loves her.

i also see her absorb her mother's answers,
then slowly make them her own.
i see her believe wholeheartedly and resist all at once.

today i heard the two of them from afar,
and today i heard her ask something that i thought perfect for spring.


and i think saw her mother's heart break just a little when she asked.
but in a good way, in a kind and gentle and loving kind of way.
so i thought it was nice.
and i thought i would tell you about it.



she said, mommy,
why do some people look sad in the day?
why when it is sunny and they are out having fun do the look sad?
why do some people look sad when they can see trees with pretty pink flowers?
and why do they look sad when they go to the park where the pink petals fall on the grass.

and then there was silence.
just for a moment, but there it was, a little bit of silence.
her mother thinking.

and then she said,
maybe they don't see them
maybe they can't see the pink petals some days.


she looked back confused.
and i was taken back, taken back to my own young years.

i could remember being that way.
i could remember the feeling of being so perplexed
by something that seemed so very very simple to my own young mind.

and today as most days, i smiled, laughed a little and kept walking.
and i thought to myself, there really is so much beauty in the questions of a young mind.



and i thought
even though she wears dark wash jeans,
button down shirts, brown leather belts, cute hats and the grey cardigans.
even though she picked her own loafers at the store.
even though her mom let her paint her toenails for the first time this week.
and even though she has her very own purple ipod.

she is still, at the end of the day just a little girl.
concerned and consumed with the smallest, most wonderful things in life.

and i thought i might just think of that little girl every time i see a magnolia tree from now on.
because i'm certain that those are the pink flowers she spoke of.

i've always thought they were perfect those trees.
blossoms first, leaves second.
dessert before dinner.


and today i think it's pretty darn amazing that a eight year old thinks so too.



happy day all.
talk tomorrow.
xox.

ps: looking for my other stories? find them by clicking below:

the pigeon story
the mouse story
the street story
the apple story

a beautiful book.

i think i'll order this book, it looks beautiful.
the path of a partnership in architecture








+ i'd really like to visit that island.
it's so beautiful, wow. i like the palm shadows on the pool. sigh.
[not sure about the manicured shoreline, but i think i could get past that]
:)

sunday sort of light.

love.

my previous
sunday sort of light posts:

04.19.2009
04.05.2009

images: frank juery
via: decor8

a ribbony sort of cake.

hi.
happy saturday.
here's the cake i mentioned a few days back.
it's plain génoise, vanilla buttercreme & rosehip crème patisserie




i think it has a bit of a ribbon feel,
a little like icing grosgrain.
i'm not completely happy with the result.
but, i now have a couple ideas for next time.
and am thinking i might start working a little on sugar ribbons again.



oh and i was thinking, since i'm here and your there
and since that makes it so we can't really eat cake together.
maybe you'd like to have a virtual piece...
with that in mind, i put candles on it and i sliced it into 8 tiny little pieces:



one for pia, to congratulate her on the new book!
one for jen, for inspiring me to give pastries through photos.
one for celine, because her cat, mojo knows how to make pie.
one for p, cause she likes pandas & she's funny.
one for cerre, because her blog always inspires me.
one for mila, because her posts are pretty.
one for jane, because i like camp comfort.
and one for krista, because i really like this post.


if there wasn't one for you today,
that's just becasue i didn't know what your favorite type of cake was.
so tell, tell me what your favorite is.
and i'll be sure to save you a slice next time.


happy weekend friends.