Nurturing my inner green thumb

Loving this post on the exceedingly popular A Cup of Jo blog about nurturing house plants. T mocks my planting-tending abilities - I've been known to kill a plant or two in the past - but I swear the green thumb is in my genes: my father's a farmer, so surely the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Even if where it lands is a little questionable. There's hope for me yet!

P.S. The image above is a snapshot of the home of Deborah Needleman, former editor-in-chief of the now defunct Domino magazine. RIP.

{Image from Lonny, via A Cup of Jo}

Lazy Sunday

The title of this post is slightly misleading, as I wasn't wholly lazy today. I got my butt out of bed at 9am to go to the gym, followed by an hour and a half workout session with my trainer (go me!). And I got a couple necessary errands done afterward, so I was no slouch in the afternoon, either. But after all THAT, I will happily say that I was very lazy indeed. I sat on my sofa, amidst fluffy pillows and stared up with adoration at my new ivy plant hanging above me. Hello, Ms. Ivy!

I watched the golden afternoon light play across the floor.

And I watched with amusement as T played his current video-game-of-choice (the name of which escapes me), choosing to ignore his protestation that the two men were not, in fact, merely engaging in a hugging war.