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Things of beauty...

Here we are again! Some weeks, Friday arrives and I feel like I blinked and the week flew by; today is one such Friday.

I have been thinking about childhood and how each stage of your children's lives seems to be the defining stage. But then it passes and you realise that it was just one phase in the whole journey of parenthood. I have attended lots of school events this week and have observed the Boos standing amongst their peers. The realisation hits every time how much they have grown. Especially my daughter, whose contemporaries have been by her side at her school since she was 4. To see them all grow up - how worldly and mature they seem now. And just to cement that view, Boo then returns home and asks me 'what is antidisestablishmentarianism Mummy?'. Pipped to the post by 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' for being the longest word in the dictionary, apparently. You have to think on your feet as a parent! They break up from school today for nearly a month....eeek.

A weekend ahead of more activities - I am longing for some quiet time. It's Mothers Day on Sunday so maybe then? I have tactically scheduled a duvet day on Monday...can't wait.

...the stunning Natalia Vodianova photograph by Annie Leibovitz...
via Toast home
Vilhelm Hammershøi, Portrait of a Young Girl, 1885
photograph by Polly Wreford
I just love this buttonhole...the second I have posted lately...buttonholes should be worn more often I think.

Photograph by Braedon Photography

Photograph by Mario Sierra
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Almost certainly, we will have some beach time this Easter holidays...



There is something about this row of scarves that I  just love...

via tiny white daisies

The bun: my new happy hair do - although mine will never be quite as resplendent as SJP's...


Photograph by Sara Kauss via Hey Gorgeous

Daddy has been working alot lately...


Photograph by Mario Sierra via Sarah Klassen Haute Design
Photograph by Lars Ranek
Photograph Mikkel Vang

Have a wonderful, restful weekend...!

A things of beauty retrospective...

Who would have thought? Almost a year since I delved into the world of blog and here I am. This post as we end the year is a retrospective of some of my favourite images and everything that is 'Lou, Boos and Shoes'...

Here's to a wonderful New Year.

...my girl on the beach; meet Boo...


Me looking at you, looking at me; the strange but sweet voyeurism of the blogging world...P.S. this is not me but kinda wish it was!


It's all about a picture that speaks to me...whether it's a kitchen sink...


Or a hairdo...


Dresses, dresses and more dresses...Vogue style...

...Lara Stone...
Pants of the rumba variety - courtesy of my lovely friend Simone...one of the best, unanticipated gifts of blogging is friendship.


Houses that take your breath away...


Beautiful, graceful, ballet girls...


The sentimental art; 'Brothers and Sisters' painted by Jessie Wilcox Smith. This reminds me completely of my older brother and I.


A nice cuppa tea...earl grey?


My shoe fascination...


Running for fun...


Stoical beauty...
...Carolyn Besette-Kennedy...
George Clooney; OH YES...


My slight preoccupation with Vegas...


Ooops there he is again...you don't mind do you?

My love of photos of people leaving...


Eames rockers...I want I want I want...in 2011 maybe?


Quotes to ponder; my mind like a sponge...


Love and life and life and love...



My friend Alexa...


My friend Olivia...


My friend Sarah...


A healthy dose of 1980's nostalgia...

...'Tootsie'...
Musings in Danish blue...


My straight-forward, face-on, 'here is what I think' blog posts...



Pictures of impossible beauty...


Handbags to die for...


And that lovely 'see you next time' feeling...



I've had an absolute ball...and you have been lovely and stylish and kind and thought-provoking...

Lots and lots of love, Lou Lou xxx

P.S. Come back next week for giveaway fun! It's just like shopping...but free ;-)

Things of beauty...

Friday; happy day! This weekend calls for all sorts of Christmas preparations; 'feeding' brandy to the Christmas cake we made, sourcing and decorating the tree, searching for those presents that have so far alluded me. The tree is a BIG deal for me - it's got to be real, it's got to have that unmistakable fresh nordic pine smell, it's got to feature all the years of decorations and baubles from the time my husband and I first lived together, to now.

This week I saw my daughter sing in her school choir in a Cathedral; it was just spine-tinglingly lovely. But as the weeks wear on, I am ready now for them to finish school and try to ease into the Christmas 'proper'.

For me it's been a reflective week as I ask myself yet again - what's it all for? I mean this in a good way...but it's telling to me that this question arises in my mind so much. I find myself thinking a lot about the past. I understand that this preoccupation with the past and with nostalgic thoughts is prevalent in my generation as we struggle to reconcile the massive changes in everyday life since we were young. Before mobile phones and home computing and when on winter's evenings my friends and I would ride our bikes around the neighbourhood, breathing in that cold air as we peddled. It all seemed so simple then! But no matter how much I look back, I have to say, I would rather be here than there...so time to embrace the future - with whatever it holds.

Rachel Weisz
This would be my kind of Christmas decorating - simple, traditional and to be done in front of a roaring fire.







Lovely, contemplative image of Kirsten Dunst...


Emerson Made
There are those Eames chairs again...what a beautiful, simple, white setting. Love this.


Elie Saab
The very lucky Diane Kruger...



Santa Claus - if you wouldn't mind, these would be very welcome underneath the Christmas tree... ;-)


via the bottom of the ironing basket

I unexpectedly won a Vogue subscription this week from The Bottom of the Ironing Basket! Thank you!! In the words of Carrie:

"When I first moved to New York and I was totally broke, sometimes I bought Vogue instead of dinner. I found it fed me more."


More simple decorations...here from Country Living.


Twinkly lights; they are magical...wherever this is (the corner of nowhere?); it's got that special Christmas feel.


Picture the scene: it's 1983, I am 9, I get roller skates for Christmas! This image brought that all back! Oh the excitement of that first roll!

via crush cul de sac

Here's to a wonderful, excitment-building weekend!