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  • © Sue Schlabach

    Underneath: Luminous Opera

    Morning light creeps through the curtains around 5:30, and what’s new is birdsong. There is still a crust of snow on the fields, but patches of grass are making a comeback—albeit matted, brown and littered with twigs, and less savory piles revealed after the winter months. Who can blame me for browsing pictures of past…

  • Jane Cumberbatch © Sue Schlabach

    Lightness, Whiteness

    I feel well familiar with whiteness right now. Our landscape remains monochrome, blanketed with snow. But I leave for London tomorrow where the grass is green and the air is mild. Mild never sounded so good. I’ve been remiss in writing about an afternoon I spent with Jane Cumberbatch in London last fall, and since…

  • Gudrun Sjoden from SueSchlabach.com

    A Little Bit of Sweden in Soho

    I have yet to travel to Stockholm. But a few weeks ago I stepped into the Soho shop of Swedish designer extraordinaire, Gudrun Sjõdén and got a tiny taste of the Stockholm vibe that must emanate from her flagship store there. It is one thing to admire someone’s artistry from your computer screen or the…

  • ilo collective composition books © Sue Schlabach

    In the Studio, Textile Journal Covers

    A blue and green flowered skirt, a blue lace shift and a deep orange shirt were among the garments Denise and I scissored up to make four fabric covers for composition books last Friday. Here are the results of our two hour book fest in the studio. We took these to Zuzu’s in Norwich, Vermont.…

  • Forsythia © Sue Schlabach

    Yellow Blooms, Late February

      Nine days after I brought forsythia branches indoors I found the first three flowers opening. By today—day eleven—the whole arrangement is showing off. Through the yellow tinged branches I can see a red cardinal flitting around in the falling snow. Two thirds of the primary color group is making an appearance on a late…

  • Cappella Kicheloe

    Forcing Forsythia, the Love of Orange

      As I typed the words ‘forcing forsythia’ I heard them spoken in the voice of Sylvester, the cartoon cat who always chased Tweety Bird. These metal industrial stools cheered me when I came across them this morning via Nest Design Studio. I do love orange, and a jolly little 1940s milk pitcher, a small…

  • The Weavers

    Thinking of India During a Snowstorm

      The snow is piling up, just as they said. For once the hype seems true. My main happiness is watching it obscure all the broken branches under the trees, and the last piles of garden debris I raked up but never hauled to the compost pile. And then there is the copious amount of…

  • Blue and White sueschlabach.com

    Living with Blue and White

      This fall I was pleased to see classic blues return to the pages of shelter magazines and in the collections I saw in Paris at Maison et Objet. As a child I collected blue willow china, and I still have a soft spot for any blue and white plates. These new blue and white…

  • French notions © Sue Schlabach

    Petit Pan Paris

    Early September, my last day in Paris. I was tired and pledged not to overdo it. Take photographs. Write notes. Draw sketches. But Paris has a habit of luring me up streets and around corners. In the end I walked about 1o miles. The weather was good—the morning rain turning to sunshine, warm, no wind.…

  • Garlic Cloves © Sue Schlabach

    Planting Garlic Before the Sun Goes Down

      My husband came through the door about 30 minutes earlier than usual this evening. “Quick!” he said, “Let’s plant the garlic before the sun goes down.” I was fiddling with an image in Photoshop and the glow of my computer screen temporarily blinded me. Hadn’t the sun already gone down? But there was still…