


Unfortunately, I can't read German, so I know nothing much about this floating home designed by Martin Forster -- other than that it's in Hamburg. If, however, you read German, there's more information here.Images: Architekten Martin Forster



Unfortunately, I can't read German, so I know nothing much about this floating home designed by Martin Forster -- other than that it's in Hamburg. If, however, you read German, there's more information here.
Artist Lori Barnaby painted a nautical chart in the style of a blueprint on the wall of a beach house in Southampton, New York. Stunning.
Built-ins rock because you can tailor them to funky, otherwise-unusable spaces. Like this great little desk tucked away into a corner.
I like this simple, black-and-white pillow cover from Branch Handmade. I also like that the design was created from a photo they took of a rusted, vintage whale statue seen on an antiquing excursion. 
I grew up in Carmel, and I return every month or so for the day, but staying overnight in the small coastal town recently was a sensory delight.
This, my friends, is a flemished line. It's coiled like this so that it looks neat, and it also allows for less slippage if you step on it. 




While I love my houseboat, I still have a fondness for Airstreams, and, now, Spartan trailers. This cool aluminum 1955 caravan makes my heart race. It was redone with reclaimed rosewood, modern hardware, Ann Sacks metal tiles, and a Miele kitchen, and it's used for actors on movie shoots.
We've all battened down the hatches in preparation for a predicted big storm that's supposed to bring copious amounts of rain and strong winds. And so our autumn/winter begins.
The ducks are back. And not because B&W are feeding them again. Nope, this time it's other neighbors who've been sucked into buying duck food. (I do have to admit, it was kind of lonely without them.)
I'm not a big fan of pink, but other than that, I could happily hang out on this settee every day. (See another mediterranean settee here.)





Yowza. Book me a room on the Prince van Orangien, please. Located on Oaxen Island in Stockholm's archipelago, the 1940s boat is moored next to an award-winning restaurant that serves five-course gourmet meals. (Oh, and don't forget to reserve a table for me at Oaxen Krog. It'd be a shame to miss out on that.) Details here.

Designer Erin Martin used an Alaskan canoe as lighting in a Calistoga home.
I'm running out of pics from the article to show you -- but here's my little stateroom/bedroom. Borrowed IKEA striped euro shams from R, stylist's props on the shelf, my own vintage linen bedding, and art from Colette.
What I learned last week: While blind, aged dogs adore walking in the water at the lagoon, and getting attention from kids on field trips, they don't particularly like being away from their homes overnight. Lily's signs of stress included whining and barking when left alone in the car for short periods of time, and even an accident in the hotel room. Sigh. We came home early, and she immediately, happily, fell asleep in her bed.
I'm still yearning for vintage feedsack quilts. If I saw one like this '40s cotton strip quilt, you can bet I'd snap it up in a heartbeat.
Yesterday I saw a truck with a huge sign that said, "There is a lot of fun to have." It's good to be reminded of that every once in a while.
In small spaces, everything needs a place. And it needs to go back into that place as soon as you're done with it. Otherwise, the clutter will make you crazy.
Being away from the harbor has been a good "re-set," a way to gain perspective on various things. It's also made me very aware of how appreciative I am of the following:
Two years. Really? How did that happen so quickly? Well, 730 days later, I still know that buying and moving aboard my houseboat was the best decision I've ever made.
Since this is our first time away from the boat overnight in two years, I wonder if when we return after a few nights away, Lil and I will feel the motion of the houseboat more. Usually I don't notice it unless it's windy or a boat goes by too quickly.
I drove by a house across from the beach yesterday and saw a big model sailboat on a fireplace mantel. It reminded me of this.
Print of a watercolor by Vivienne Strauss (actual title: Florence Vanderploeg and Otto take a drive and enjoy the early fall foliage, September of 1938... ). (Lil and I are (gasp) taking a little road trip and staying overnight away from the harbor for the first time since we moved aboard. Shocking, I know.)
Oo, a combination settee and nook, be still, my heart.
A minute ago I heard a red-tailed hawk cry. It sounds just like the hawk in the opening to "Northern Exposure" -- and is preferable to the cry its baby makes when it's hungry and wants its parents to return to the nest with food.