I’ve always loved the word ‘rustic’ as a way to describe food. It seems that anything rustic would be right up my alley (it is) and completely delicious (it typically is). But one thing that I’ve come to really take notice of is how beautiful rustic food really is.
Straight from the source, not altered in any way, imperfectly beautiful. A kind of purposeful imperfection if you will – like that was just exactly how that food was supposed to look in order to really share how delicious it is.
As we move further into 2014 I can’t help but feel drawn more and more to neutral colors and beautiful textures. Pops of color, not entire walls. Blank canvases rather than already existing works of art. I love the way white walls and beautiful burlap-colored throws look together. I adore the way the light can come in and dance and play. And I love that it’s bright and open, comfy and clean.