Friday, August 27, 2010

The Vintage Baby

We've had babies on the brain here lately at Under Consideration, and for good reason! Come November, a wee little lass will take our family from three members to four (we include Hazel in the count, naturally). Let's hope we're up to the challenge!

It's no wonder, therefore, that items like the following have recently been catching my eye online and inspiring bouts of nostalgia. So many vintage baby clothes and toys remind me of things I once had, or that were passed down from my parents and grandparents. I thought I'd share the reminiscing by putting together a little collection. Do any of these things take you back to your days as a little one?

I still have a few of these very same hangers that belonged to my dad as a child.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Shades of Green

With only a few weeks left to go in Vancouver after a lovely summer spent here, this week I am doing all I can to appreciate the city's graceful green beauty.

Muted and subtle, mossy green creeps lazily over branches, tree stumps and sidewalks, as if suggesting that urbanization is only temporary and Mother Nature will soon reassert her own good time.

Bright and exuberant, verdant green leaves soak in the sun's rays under a blue summer sky.

Fanciful and mysterious, a shadowy green scatters the day's fading light, casting dappled patterns on pathways and people alike.

Monday, August 9, 2010

The Simple Joys of Summer

I mentioned in a post long ago that one thing that makes me very happy is picking fruit and eating it straight from the tree. Let me amend that to include bushes as well.

There's nothing that can make a person happily scrabble over sharp rocks and through thorny undergrowth like the promise of a few ripe blackberries.

Friday, August 6, 2010


This past May we had the chance to spend a day in Yellowstone National Park--a little hiatus in a mad drive across the country from Chicago to Vancouver. Little did we know when we set out on our "summer" road trip that we would arrive at the park only the day after it had reopened following a long winter's hibernation.

There was still snow on the ground and on the peaks, and the roads were empty as far as the eye could see (undoubtedly everyone else thought to check the weather and saw there was a blizzard on its way).

A teeny little blizzard was a small price to pay for having the park almost all to ourselves. We did cross paths with a few hardy locals, still bearing their winter coats (and making us wish we'd had the foresight to bring along our own). Note: T-shirts in May are not seasonally appropriate clothing in Wyoming.

Stunning waterfalls, canyons, rock formations and volcanic pools, and we got to enjoy it virtually uniterrupted (except for a few herd of shaggy bison and one grizzly bear who woke up from his winter's sleep a few days too early).