Home of Beverly Wesman, Photograph by Susan Heeger for Country Living
Design and Architecture by Robert Young Architecture and Interiors
Photograph by Tracey Ayton
Summer is strangely in the air around here. (Like, we had a thunder storm in Saskatchewan tonight. Normally it’s far more likely to have a blizzard. Though we’ll probably have a blizzard next week…) Anyways. All this summerishness is making me pine for sun-washed rooms, fun beachy patterns, bright pops of colour and a Cali sort of look that’s both easy and glam all mushed together. Enter: Turquoise, a California-based design firm headed up by the talented Vanessa DeVargas. Enjoy this pics, and go check out the portfolio , because it’s HUGE and awesome.
More pattern and colour for you today! Anyone else experiencing some early spring weather? The snow came back this weekend, but we’re looking at some sunshine in the days ahead. Enjoy the cool, summery, eclectic look of Amber Interiors!
Isn’t it strange how your aesthetic can shift as the seasons change? The fresh, bright whites, and light linens that are so refreshing in summer are downright bland in the dead of winter. The rich jewel tones, shimmering gold, and heavy textures of winter are opulent at Christmas time, but oppressive in the spring.
photograph by Justine Taylor
And with the mere suggestion of Autumn in the air I’m finding the woolen yarns, rustic wood tones, caramel-y leathers, coppers and brasses, and autumnal colours extremely alluring. But I find myself saying “not yet”. Last winter’s ruthless iron-fisted grip still lingers in my memory, and not even the easy-going summer days can erase it. It reminds me to relish every last drop of summer.
As I thought about this tension between savouring summer and anticipating autumn I realized that, here in the prairies anyways, August is a season unto itself. A beautiful marriage of summer and autumn. The days are still wonderfully hot, but the mornings and evenings are blissfully cool. The light is bright, but more golden and dappled. There is an exquisite smell in the air - of dried crops, ready for harvest. The trees still rustle with green, but are dotted with a few gilded leaves that hint of the gorgeous array to come. And somehow listening to the football game on the radio is very appealing to me - no doubt arousing the nostalgia of late summer road trips, and hours in the combine just to be alongside my Love.
photograph by Justine Taylor
So, there’s no need to anxiously await Autumn. Nor do I need to mourn the brevity of Summer. No, I’m going to drink in every sweet day of August and its fusion of two beautiful seasons.
Hoo. It’s a roasty toasty day. Which is, of course, awesome when you’re 8 months pregnant. (Turn your sarcasm radar on, folks.)
But I’ve managed today - some AC, some iced tea, and a slurpee for a walk in that sunshine. So here are some summery pictures for you too. Because though this is a scorcher of a day, it’s summer. Which means it’s not winter. So I won’t complain!