Regular run-of-the-mill-pilfered-from-the-office-stationery-stockroom Post-it notes look decidedly tedious when compared to these flora inspired sticky notes.

Designed by the Korean company Appree who have enough of these whimsical notes to open a strange sort of florist. 

Since moving we no longer have a fridge set up that allows us to stick stuff against its door with magnets. Make-do notice board gone, these certainly cheer up my everyday. They find themselves used as bookmarks and page markers. They hold notes and reminders and find themselves on walls, doors, windows and even cereal boxes. They stick well and do not leave any mucky residue when taken off.

I like Appree's idea of  'learning from nature', their products are refreshingly gentle on the eye and catch attention in a more peaceful way than a glaring florescent square that has become so commonplace it is strangely disregardable. And, I must admit to smiling when I open a book to find petals within the pages. 

If you are in the UK, you can buy these from The Journal Shop

Here is a link to Appree's website if I have piqued your interest.

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| PHOTO DIARY | Take Me Back

The heart is a tricksy little ticker isn't it? Small thought it is, its capacity for emotion seems boundless and so intricately complex that it can out maneuver our brains and trip us up when we least expect it. In my case, I've found myself wracked with longing be back on the shores of Zanzibar. 

Give me the sun to heat my bones. Blistering heat that heals the soul. Waves that hush the aching sleeplessness. 

I cannot wait to take our son here. I long for the day when the three of us can sit on these sands and listen to the voices of my memories tell their tales and welcome us home. I want our son to know Africa. To love Africa.

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'Vertical slum' and 'Skyscraper squat' are but a few terms used to describe the phenomenal La Torre de David in Caracas. This is a place that we would have sorely liked to have experienced first hand but the closest we've got is via our table top and through the pages of a book that I bought Hiro for Christmas a few years ago.

La Torre de David was home to 3000 people who moved into an incomplete and abandoned 45-storey tower block in 1994 when the Venezuelan economy crashed. Through the stunning and telling photography of Iwan Baan, the book confirms that the tower was every bit as visually arresting as we would imagine it to be. It also explores the wonder of how people can make an abandoned construction site not only a home but the basis of an entire community. 

Book by Alfredo Brillembourg + Vase is a repurposed Cocio bottle + Green marble plate by Broste + Woven coaster by Sori Yanagi + Unimug by Kinto

7 years after the informal residents moved in, the Venezuelan government entered into an agreement with Chinese investors to complete its development into commercial center and office tower. Later in 2014, the government proceeded to evict the 700 families to another city south of Caracas, by July 2015 the Venezuelan press reported that the final residents were relocated. 

Buy/check out the book HERE
The Guardian also wrote about it  featuring some incredible shots HERE

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| PHOTO DIARY | Lunch at the Barbican

Let's step back into that Brutalist citadel that I like so much......The Barbican. 

There are so many things that will keep the curious mind abuzz here. You can while away hours admiring the hard lines, raw concrete and imposing formation of the Brutalist architecture not to mention loose yourself in the theater, gallery or cinema.

On days I need to get away from myself, I like to seek out the sanctuary of the conservatory. I like to marvel at the unlikely friendship of plants and Brutalism. I also stopping to fill my tummy in their cafeteria. Sometimes what I want to eat is not just about the food but also much to do with the setting and how being in that particular place makes me feel. The Barbican shakes away some cobwebs.

See our post on the Barbican Conservatory HERE
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| What I Wore | Yawn All Day

Life's done a topsy-turvy on me and instead of fawning over finely tailored garments to go out and about in, I find myself more willing to splash the cash on well made sleepy gear. Who'dathunkit?!

Well why the hell not! I don't get nearly enough sleep these days (the little man is teething) so, I make up for it by maxing out the slumberous thoughts. Yawning, thinking about sleep, wishing for sleep and when the weather is particularly uncooperative, I spend most of my day in my night clothes trying inspire the little man to get into napping. Guess what? He'd rather play. 

It is no wonder that YAWN caught my drowsy attention. Their very name sung happy lullabies to my heart and I decided it was fate, I had to have one of their nightshirts and the 'House of Cards' pattern called my name.

The pleasure of YAWNing begun as soon as the carefully packed and beautifully presented box arrived. Layers of loveliness and thoughts of relaxation later, I took time to just sit and look at my new nightshirt. I then progressed to congratulating myself on making the decision to buy it. The nightshirt is well made. As a maker myself I know a nice bit of sewing when I see it and really appreciate the french seams throughout, the extra button for extra cold nights, I love the 2 huge pockets at the front (pockets are my extra hands these days) and I love the sewing tape detail emblazoned with their inspirational mantra of "Phone off. Kettle on. Pyjama time". The praise continues with the loose comfy fit and the well considered use of buttery soft and gorgeously smooth cotton sateen. I love my nightshirt, I hate it when it has to go into the wash. It is a joy to wear and mooch about in, so much so, that I am now saving up for pyjamas. 

If you are on the hunt for top-notch and pretty as a picture nightwear then skip over to YAWN and have a gander won't you?

YAWN says; 

 Everything we do at Yawn is designed by our team in London with love, laughter and care – from bespoke cotton to unique, hand-illustrated prints to joyful details, like concealed messages in hemlines and hidden illustrations.  

P.S. If you sign up to their newsletter, you get a handy 10% off and UK orders over £50 get free next day delivery. Can't ask for more really.
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| Night Lights | London's Gas Lamps

Did you ever hear the one about Farting Lane? 

Well firstly, 'Farting Lane' is actually 'Carting Lane', the one right by the Savoy Hotel. The story goes that the street lamp here was fueled by both mains gas and the noxious gasses from the sewers below. The thinking behind this great scheme was to attempt to veer away the wafting stench away from the hotel guests. The lamp that stands here today is a replica, the original was damaged by a reversing lorry - a great enemy of the street lamp apparently.

Recently we learned that not only is there truth behind this old London legend but there are in fact some 1,500 gas lamps still lighting the way on London's streets today, albeit without any connection to the sewers. Even more interesting and heart warming is the fact that there are 5 dedicated engineers charged solely with the care and maintenance of these remaining vestiges of street illumination within Westminster. 

Each night the dedicated team dutifully tend to their luminous wards. They clean away soot, repair them when they fail and every 10 days the engineers wind up the little clocks at the heart of the lamp, a job that can only be done by hand. The clock is a timer that triggers automatic lighting according to the season so they do not need lighting every night.

Some of these gas lamps are over 150 years old, and a few even older than that! In today's London where we are often flooded with light by night, so much so that we can barely see the stars, these gas lamps gently glow with the wisened comforting confidence of an elder story teller. For those that care to stop and listen, they whisper secrets and tales of an old London. A London where 'link-boys' and 'Pluto lamps' still make a shilling on our streets.

If you want to seek out the gas lamps by night, you can find some along Pall Mall, outside Buckingham Palace, Covent Garden and Westminster Abbey to name but a few locations.

Cheers Hiro for seeking out and snapping these for us!

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| Stationery | Flair

These are a real household favourite and in our home they are used for designing, writing, dreaming, listing, wishing, scribbling, scrawling, signing, drawing, pattern making and more. The trusty & fab Paper Mate Flair is the one pen that Hiro and I BOTH use daily.

A true classic felt tip pen, the Paper Mate Flair was designed in 1966 and though it has been renamed a few times (Flair, Tempo, Nylon and then Flair again), the outward apprarance remains pretty much the same. 

We have been using the black medium nib pen for years. You know how it goes when you really like something and settle into it so completely that you don't really look to see if there is something new? Well thats how we were with the black version of this pen and that is why we have only recently discovered that they come in so many other colours!! I spotted a set of these in Rymans recently for half the normal price and judging by the look the sales assistant gave me, I may have let out a little shriek. 

I will just give a quick run down of our thoughts about the Paper Mate Flair. Great value, comfortable to write and draw with. They are water-based so dry quickly. We've experienced minimal feathering and the bleed through on our favourite notebooks (Moleskine, Rhodia, Midori, Monokaki) could be worse.  They are at their best when brand new as with most felt tips the nibs do stark to give and soften after a while after which they are not so great for finer detailed work.

If we were to throw a suggestion Paper Mate's way, then I would request a permanent ink version of of the black pen. That would be great for writing on envelopes that have to bear the brunt of British weather. 

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| Links | 1

Each and every time that I come across a patch of clover, I think of Hiro's great grandmother. A woman who had an astonishing array of talents at her disposal one of which, was the ability to single out a four-leafed-clover at a whim. A pursuit that I am ever determined to  yet quite  hopeless at yet. A pursuit that I feel that I am far better at the seeking out of interesting gems on the internet.

I don't share as many links as I would like to on here. I aim to correct this spot of tardiness right away! 

/ TOC TOC TOC / Is a French magazine that follows the tradition of Paumes and showcases spaces of creative people around the world. Toc Toc Toc has a Tumblr full of inspiring photos. Love it very muchly I do.

/ Neji_Maki_Dori / Japanese Instagram account full of intriguing abandoned places. They have a blog too HERE! Check it out and allow yourself to be awestruck.

/ IAPLC / Check out this years winner of the International Aquatic Plants Layout Contest. I promise you it is far more interesting than it admittedly sounds. Quite mesmerising actually!

/ Bearded Bakery / Yes he bakes well and all but it is his photo diary of his adventures in Mull that took my breath away. If like me you dont have a clue where Mull is, it is just off Scotland's west coast.

That should keep you busy for a little bit this weekend. Have a good one folks and we'll see you again on t'other side.

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We like good story telling ability here at the house of Worshipblues. To us, a good story comes from the soul and also holds within it light, shadow and visual artistry.  All these elements shine through with effortless style in PERMANENT magazine which is why a copy has spent days on our table top.

"つくる、たべる、かんがえる" "Make, eat, think"

This is a beautifully produced, carefully considered and composed publication. The sort of magazine that feels good to own and that you would hesitate to drop into the recycling bin. PERMANENT magazine is about food. Making food. Eating food. Thinking about food. Through interviews and sensitive photography, dining culture is explored alongside stories of the everyday people involved in food and drink production. Thought provoking and revealing at the same time.

Table Details: PERMANENT Magazine + Noguchi Coffee Table + Pana Chocolate Raw Chocolate + Unimug by Kinto + Rug from IKEA

The magazine and website are both in Japanese but this won't prevent the visual enjoyment of either. The brains behind the magazine have also produced a series of supplementary short videos that are engaging and visually delicious/curious to take in. I have included one below, the others can be found HERE:

PERMANENT no.1 Lunch Time (Toho village) ver. from PERMANENT on Vimeo.

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I love face oils like how a hippo loves a swamp. Ending my day with a clean face smoothed out with any of my favourites is bliss in my book. These days there is a jungle of facial oils out there, some with mighty hefty price tags that would just as easily pay for a flight to Paris. I am a practical gal and I am ever more selective about what I spend my adventure tokens on. Instead I stick to the stuff that has a modest price tag and has proven itself to me. Here are some that I regularly repurchase:

The comfy favourite: Pai Rosehip BioRegenerate Oil
One of the first facial oils that I tried and still a regular feature in my stash. It's like a first aid kit and a comfort blanket for the skin all in one. It soothes, replenishes and fixes things when it feels all wrong. I've been buying these since 2012 and have not been without a bottle since. 

The little bit of luxury: Kiehls Midnight Recovery Concentrate 
I reach for this when I need a bit extra for my skin but have no time to spend pampering myself.  It sorts out my dry patches, lifts my tiredness and lackluster complexion by night and by morning ( despite broken sleep), I look less like a zombie and more like a human bean . Hiro bought this huge 50ml bottle for me in a sale in Dubai airport. It cost the same as a 30ml bottle does in the UK. Bargain!

The "I'm on a budget one":  Boots Botanics Facial Oil 
This packs a punch on the moisturising front. It works well on its own and  I sometimes add a couple of drops to my moisturisers to boost them. It always adds a touch more glow to my skin when it feels particularly iffy.

The multi-tasker: Superfacialist Rose Miracle Makeover Facial Oil
Formulated as a 1st step cleanser, I use this one when I have a bit more time to spend on myself. I massage it into the skin and use a hot flannel to wipe it off. It lifts the muck and my face looks and feels smoother and more alive for the massage. It is a little bottle of bliss!

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I gravitate towards the skies. I am always looking up. With eyes drawn upwards, they naturally rest on the cusp of structure and firmament. 

The vista reveals an unexpected emotion of inner-city London. Peachy colour council blocks. Broken soft hues of industrial workshops. Pastel sky punctuated with a stadium's pearly crown. There is beauty here that mellows a jagged horizon and inspires an unexpectedly gentle colour tendency.

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I was given a bottle of chocolate milk and my mind brought up an image of 'Strike' from the Spike Lee Joint, Clockers. Aside from being a drug dealer, his addiction to chocolate milk ended up being mighty bad for his health. With that on my mind, I admired the presentation of the bottle, put it in the fridge and forgot about it. 

Then came the day when I craved it, downed it and didn't want to part with the bottle just yet, so I re-purposed it as a vase. My other vase (this one) is a bit greedy and demands a whopping great bouquet to do it justice. This bottle maybe rather elementary but it holds a modest bunch with such a likable straightforward grace. 

Green marble coaster by Broste Copenhagen

Mini Globall designed by Jasper Morrison for Flos + Pinecone from a park + Cork placemat from eBay.

I've since bought another 2 bottles of Cocio. I tell myself that I've fallen for the striking label with all its retro appeal. I wonder how true that is. Admittedly they do look nicer as a vases than say, a bottle of Frijj would. 

One bottle is presently holding some tinged carnations. In the Japanese version of the language of flowers, carnations symbolise love. The Victorian interpretation of carnations is more specific depending on the colour of the carnation and my striped blooms are seen as a refusal. A "sorry I cannot be with you, though I wish I could". 

I think I might get a book on these floral secret messages. It could be fun/mischievous.

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