by Sue Schlabach | Aug 1, 2018 | Design, London, Photography
In February my husband gave me a Valentine card of “Couple Kissing, London England,” by Rodney Smith. At first, I thought it was a painting (in the spirit of Andrew Wyeth). R’s message began with: “Look at that fireplace! Look at that cat! Look...
by Sue Schlabach | Mar 28, 2014 | Color, Creativity, Design, Interior Design, London, Vermont
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...
by Sue Schlabach | Nov 20, 2013 | Artisanal Living, Creativity, Design, Eating and Cooking, England, Friendship, London, Travel
London, September. Bonnington Square was lit dimly by streetlights as we left the busy roads near the Vauxhall Station. Sara described it to me on the Tube, and here it was, as though she’d conjured it. The corner Italian deli, the little restaurant where they...
by Sue Schlabach | Nov 5, 2013 | Creativity, Friendship, London, Travel
Recently I found myself in London with the amateur absurdist, Sara Pinto. How I know Sara is a long and separate story. For this story, all you need to know is that we are old, old friends. That creative sparks fly when we are together. That Sara now lives in Glasgow...
by Sue Schlabach | Nov 29, 2012 | Artisanal Living, Artists, Creativity, Design, England, Fashion, Handmade, London, Sewing
Where I left you on Columbia Road in London, not so long ago, was Vintage Heaven and Cake Hole. Oh to be there today, nibbling cake and sipping tea. I am, however content to be here this morning. There is a dusting of snow on the hillside and animals waiting at the...
by Sue Schlabach | Oct 7, 2012 | Design, England, Housewares, London, Travel
Several weeks ago I arrived in London after the red eye from Boston. It was a Sunday morning, but noontime by the time I’d settled in my hotel. The bed was calling me, but not as strongly as the Sunday-only markets of London. I set out for Columbia Road...
