tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666096343411434322024-03-13T09:45:09.627-05:00delightfuLbeauty, art, innovation & all things cute and inspiring.Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-10739983291416978522012-09-13T17:27:00.004-05:002012-09-13T17:27:59.394-05:00today . . . <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-53595709790288968452012-01-27T11:22:00.003-06:002012-01-29T23:30:25.192-06:00FEB. 10th . . . will you do a random act of kindness?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBGR7Xg_MbI/TyYpdrWygpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EwP9jADuvHY/s1600/Picture%2B19.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tBGR7Xg_MbI/TyYpdrWygpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EwP9jADuvHY/s400/Picture%2B19.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703291567942566546" /></a>image from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jillallyn/3086730751/in/set-72157607723094497/">here</a>.<br /><br />For my TWENTY.SIXTH (aHHH) birthday this year, I've decided to find TWENTY.SIX RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS I can do throughout the day! I don't have any plans for what I will do (thus the random) but just want to see what happens and what I will be able to find. I DO, however want to be with all of YOU while doing them! If you live by me and don't work during the day give me a call & we'll make some people happy! If you can't join me, PRETTY PLEASE think about what you can do in your own city or on your own time. Open a door for someone, pay for someone's coffee, visit someone in a nursing home . . . it can be small & simple and still make such a difference in someone's day! THEN - if you can - let me know what you did on facebook. BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER to have my wall FULL of kind acts my friends did for others in honor of MY birthday! Hopefully people will pay it forward too. I'll update my blog for you later & let you know what I find as well. <br />xoxo, OrianaOriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-50094641131751133702011-11-12T21:29:00.013-06:002011-11-12T21:53:12.402-06:00Inspired Again.<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QDmt_t6umoY?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />I found this link on <a href="http://www.joannagoddard.blogspot.com/">A CUP OF JO</a>. Aren't you inspired? I AM!Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-53426312076988389682011-06-26T08:28:00.008-05:002011-06-26T08:52:33.204-05:00I am Inspired.<a href="http://www.philipgovedare.com/">Philip Govedare</a> has GORGEOUS oil paintings that almost look like watercolors. They have such incredible texture, depth and color to them too. I need to start painting again. I miss fine art. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgJcGwFulBs/Tgc5JahKx7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4qpwHmisjGA/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgJcGwFulBs/Tgc5JahKx7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4qpwHmisjGA/s400/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622525493695399858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaTMLgNyf40/Tgc476XWbUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HJjXqV9gCoc/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaTMLgNyf40/Tgc476XWbUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HJjXqV9gCoc/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622525261725986114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Xy4Uk9Ls1Y/Tgc4tmKSAUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9Y7BqqIY2bY/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Xy4Uk9Ls1Y/Tgc4tmKSAUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9Y7BqqIY2bY/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622525015784292674" /></a>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-64719876077702477082011-05-08T00:20:00.009-05:002011-05-08T00:37:55.529-05:00Made My DayThis commercial was created for a cell phone made from wood and was shot in a forest in Japan where they made a GIANT xylophone from already fallen trees in the forest. The xylophone plays Bach's Cantata 147 . . . what a lovely piece of art. I can hardly handle it.<br /><br /><object style="height: 290px; width: 380px" width=380" height="290"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_CDLBTJD4M?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_CDLBTJD4M?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="380" height="290"></embed></object><br /><br />via <a href="http://www.swiss-miss.com/">swissmiss</a>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-4445500243244437062011-01-27T21:39:00.007-06:002011-01-27T22:21:44.260-06:00Home Office DESIRE<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Recently, I've been really eager for a home office/design studio. I don't have room in my current apartment but it WILL be a definite in the next place I live. It will be so nice to have a place to hide and organize my bills (and other boring stuff) and decorate with my inspirations, art, textiles, and maybe an <a href="http://www.hermanmiller.com/Products/Eames-Molded-Plastic-Chairs">Eames</a> desk chair?! yes please.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><br /></span></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/2_laurennelson4.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 594px;" src="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/2_laurennelson4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">photo via <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/page/2">Design*Sponge</a></div>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-65966374861521836882011-01-04T21:56:00.005-06:002011-01-05T00:54:32.615-06:00MISUSE blog<div>This <a href="http://misuse.su/">blog</a> kind of reminds me of the <a href="http://failblog.org/">FAIL</a> blog except it captures the genius of creative problem solvers that use various objects for purposes other than its own. Some of them are pretty ridiculous (okay most of them are) but the smart ones remind me of A: My dad. He's always "making things work" with whatever he can find. I'm proud to say I get this trait from him. B: ID school and the crazy things people would drag into the studio. Seriously, this is how we think.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misuse.su/images/stories/100322bagelspindle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://misuse.su/images/stories/100322bagelspindle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misuse.su/plugins/content/mavikthumbnails/thumbnails/500x374-images-stories-1273064078_20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://misuse.su/plugins/content/mavikthumbnails/thumbnails/500x374-images-stories-1273064078_20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>hahaha dad, remember when you told me to do this in bert when i didn't have AC?! so funny.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misuse.su/images/stories/1280164365_1280139875_there_ig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 444px; height: 578px;" src="http://misuse.su/images/stories/1280164365_1280139875_there_ig.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misuse.su/images/stories/circle.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 427px; " src="http://misuse.su/images/stories/circle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>I've definitely done this before.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misuse.su/plugins/content/mavikthumbnails/thumbnails/500x379-images-stories-00c7.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misuse.su/plugins/content/mavikthumbnails/thumbnails/500x379-images-stories-00c7.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 379px; " src="http://misuse.su/plugins/content/mavikthumbnails/thumbnails/500x379-images-stories-00c7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-27794984530373856332010-11-22T17:12:00.003-06:002010-11-22T17:17:45.643-06:00Thankful List (Day 7)My far-away friends I've actually gotten to hang out with recently! None of these pictures actually represent our recent reunions because my camera is broken :(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TOr5yo927uI/AAAAAAAAATY/HT5AdNh8niw/s1600/Picture%2B29.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TOr5yo927uI/AAAAAAAAATY/HT5AdNh8niw/s400/Picture%2B29.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542516939818462946" /></a><br />22. Erika & Kayla: Erika lives in Tarpon Springs, Florida. Katrina & I picked the perfect 5 days to get out of Minnesota and head for the beaches & sun of FL. It was SUCH a great HS reunion. Erika is my crazy good singer, fun loving, organized and (very) talkative friend. Kayla lives in Denver, Colorado. She came home (in true Kayla style) without much of a heads up and we spur the moment met for lunch, updated each other on our lives, families, and latest HS gossip. Kayla was practically my adjoined twin for years. We went everywhere & did everything together. Now if only I could get a job in Denver.<br />23. Katrina: She is a BUSY girl but we finally got more than a few hours at a coffee shop together. Katrina ALWAYS makes me laugh, she's thoughtful beyond belief, and she has the biggest passion for science & health care. <br />24. Whitney: She's home for the holiday...(her boyfriend Matt in tow). They live in Boston, MA and flew in on Saturday. Kara and I met them for dinner, drinks, and bowling in uptown. It turned into an icy, cold night that left us stranded at Kara's (who, btw is the best hostess ever) we snuggled in bed & made breakfast in the AM. Whitney is the probably the wittiest person I know, she's usually up for anything, and she is super spontaneous --(maybe why we get along so well?)Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-16460101142086773512010-11-09T22:00:00.005-06:002010-11-10T00:14:55.707-06:00Thankful List (Day 6)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNo08thK8TI/AAAAAAAAATI/XULt0wBBn_4/s1600/Picture%2B24.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNo08thK8TI/AAAAAAAAATI/XULt0wBBn_4/s400/Picture%2B24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537796909420966194" /></a>18. Tanning on the roof. And, my incredibly crazy & fun friend, Andrea.<div>19. My new tractor Allis. My dad just gave her to me a few months ago . . . isn't she pretty?</div><div>20. My hilarious Anne girl. She's pretty much been adopted into our family.</div><div>21. CRISPIN cider! And we finally have it on tap at GM. yessss!<br /><br /></div>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-40391674298485778392010-11-08T16:43:00.005-06:002010-11-08T17:02:52.819-06:00Thankful List (Day 5)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNh9RiQfUZI/AAAAAAAAATA/R3eAuAXYa6Y/s1600/Picture+21.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNh9RiQfUZI/AAAAAAAAATA/R3eAuAXYa6Y/s400/Picture+21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537313482059239826" /></a><br />14. My Mom & Dad: i LOVE this picture of them, they're in their element.<br />15. Bonfires! This one must have been made by my mom . . . who knows why?!<div>16. Thankful that this year I am NOT spending my entire thanksgiving break working & stressing over my senior project. I am only smiling in this picture because it was almost done.</div><div>17. Cross-Country Skiing: I joined the team my sophomore year of high school -- feLL in LOVE -- and can't wait to get out again this year. BRING ON the SNOW! </div>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-52250976080414056472010-11-06T13:18:00.004-05:002010-11-06T14:18:09.518-05:00Thankful List (Day 4)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNWdpfiJTqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pcIkinynMo8/s1600/Picture+20.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNWdpfiJTqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pcIkinynMo8/s400/Picture+20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536504653086805666" /></a><br />10. Coffee & Chocolate . . . no need to say more.<br />11. My big sisi gretchie! I love her, I miss her & I look up to her. "When I get big, i'mna ride on the bus with dretchen to scooL!"<br />12. Initiation at work: If you're new, we might scare you with . . . dun, dUN, DUN, "INITIATION," but it's really just another game we play. The picture really represents more than initiation -- I'm thankful for my job, my co-workers, the friendships I've made, the games we play, the fun we have, and ALL the free FOOD we eat!<br />13. My sister's typical request that has now become the family picture norm -- siLLy faces. I love the fun we have while taking these pictures but I'm really thankful for these people: my sister, mom, and grandma.Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-42912110305502188212010-11-05T23:23:00.007-05:002010-11-05T23:44:48.881-05:00Thankful List (Day 3)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNTYcZsP6vI/AAAAAAAAASw/bnWcL4DE_MI/s1600/Picture+19.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNTYcZsP6vI/AAAAAAAAASw/bnWcL4DE_MI/s400/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536287824389597938" /></a><div>Today I'm thankful for my years I ran for the UW - STOUT </div><div>track & field team.</div><div><div>-I met some of my best friends & roommates.</div><div>-I was actually IN SHAPE & able to keep off my freshman 15.</div><div>-It provided me with a much needed & necessary break from </div><div>design work.</div><div>-I was stretched & challenged as an athlete. </div><div>-We went on some sweet, all expense paid vacations. </div><div>-Competition. Competition. Competition -- I thrive on it.</div><div>-I had an incredible coach who turned into more of a mentor & friend. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am particularly thankful and reflective on these times today<br />because . . . (tangent alert)</div><div><br /></div><div>Starting last night (but more so this morning) my legs were extremely restless. Does this ever happen to you? It's actually a typical occurrence for me, but it's almost always cured with a quick 50 meter sprint. Today that was NOT the case. When it started last night it was close to 1:30AM and I didn't want to venture out -- mainly because it was pretty cold -- so I did leg raises, lunges, bicycle kicks, flutter kicks, leg swings, and everything I could think of until my thighs, calves, and ass were too sore to move. When I woke up this morning I was anxious to finish reading a book that I had almost completed the night before (but obviously got sidetracked). I only have about 20 pages left, I'm really into it, and my legs start crying to move again. I forced them to stay put for 20 more pages but could only get through 10.5 before I threw the book down and put on running clothes faster than I can sprint a 100m dash. My legs were taking over and I started going crazy. I HAD TO SPRINT. So I did -- but I'm SO out of shape that my cardiovascular system can't keep up. My legs wanted to go gO GO! Sprinting is also something that your body can't just do. Well, maybe it can . . . but not well. Your body needs lots of practice & refinement in order to build up certain muscles, to teach your arms, feet, and legs what to do, to get everything in sync so that your sprinting feels like a glide: very smooth & fast. Today I felt like a car speeding down the interstate low on oil and with tires out of balance. I was so uneven and mechanical that no matter how fast I was running, I didn't feel fast at all. </div><div>So, this whole, big, frustrating & anxious, tired & unbalanced feeling this morning made me realize how thankful I am for my years running at Stout. I loved being in shape, I loved sprinting, I loved the competition, and I loved the support of my team pushing me forward. I know nothing will ever replace my track years but I hope my glaring realization today will help me make sure my lungs catch up to my legs. </div></div>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-22162134418477871552010-11-04T12:21:00.004-05:002010-11-04T12:55:03.326-05:00Thankful List (Day 2)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNLtFTlENfI/AAAAAAAAASo/c8G-XyPpyxk/s1600/Picture+17.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNLtFTlENfI/AAAAAAAAASo/c8G-XyPpyxk/s400/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535747567402628594" /></a><br />5. My MacBook . . . it's my baby.<br />6. 2220 S. Broadway: I got to live here for 3 years with my best friends.<br />7. Mom & Dad's cooking: I'm spoiled with meals that look like this EVERY time I go home. steak + party potatoes + green beans sauteed with onions = one of my FAVORITE meals.<br />8. Snowmobiling & being pulled behind on a sled . . . you're NEVER too old.Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-58223990243031382212010-11-03T14:56:00.005-05:002010-11-03T15:28:25.863-05:00Thankful ListMy sister started the Thanksgiving tradition in our family to write down EVERYTHING you are thankful for. We write things that are silly & mundane, things that we take for granted, and of course, usual things we all think of, like: family, friends, faith & health. It's good to be specific because when you look back at old lists you can more clearly remember what your life was like at the time, and what was important -- little things usually change. Then we always email it to each other so we can say "oooHHH, that's a good one!" or "what's the story with that one?". I've decided to make my list with pictures this year. Hopefully each day of November I can post a few more things I am thankful for. No particular order - just going with whatever I'm feeling that day. Enjoy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNHDoE0HKSI/AAAAAAAAASg/URKTCaL_E5Y/s1600/Picture+16.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TNHDoE0HKSI/AAAAAAAAASg/URKTCaL_E5Y/s400/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535420510269548834" /></a><br />1. Kaia: the little peanut I get to hang out with every Monday & Tuesday.<br />2. Ten Mile Lake: the first trip across spring 2010.<br />3. Bert & Polly: my old & new (mostly) faithful modes of transportation.<br />4. These friends: I think you can tell how silly & fun they are just from the picture.Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-36751296461974760142010-10-29T23:07:00.002-05:002010-10-29T23:38:11.460-05:00beautifUL caLLAsI've always been a huge fan of calla lilies. In high school I even made sure my prom date got me callas. Every other girl was content with the (usually ugly carnation) wrist corsage her date chose. Not me, I made my way through the grand march with my date on one arm and a bouquet of callas in the other. Thanks Levi. I just spotted these pretty colored ones on <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com">Design*Sponge</a> today and I couldn't resist sharing. I love the black ones . . . aren't they classy? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/calla28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 713px;" src="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/calla28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/calla17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/calla17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/calla8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/calla8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />photos via <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/10/flowers-a-z-c-is-for-calla.html">Design*Sponge</a>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-59670637359483574642010-09-24T19:23:00.001-05:002010-09-24T19:25:37.603-05:00to my mom & dad . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TJ1BLkwpYYI/AAAAAAAAASY/J2pLmYRIYKA/s1600/mom:dad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TJ1BLkwpYYI/AAAAAAAAASY/J2pLmYRIYKA/s400/mom:dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520640385328177538" /></a><br />ow owww!Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-53061192126398220772010-09-16T09:40:00.008-05:002010-09-16T10:24:18.078-05:00Rachel Botsman on Collaborative ConsumptionSocial Innovator Rachel Botsman has some interesting thoughts and undeniable truths about what she calls the growing movement of the 21st century: The Rise of Collaborative Consumption. What do you think?<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><object width="460" height="205"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpv6aGTcCl8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpv6aGTcCl8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="205"></embed></object></span>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-64009580221384305292010-09-10T09:41:00.003-05:002010-09-10T10:04:50.137-05:00the cUTEST thing ever made from pallets...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/lori-danelle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/lori-danelle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/lori-danelle-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 442px;" src="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/lori-danelle-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">images via <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/">Design*Sponge</a></div><br />I'm in love with how <a href="http://loridanelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/toddler-pallet-bed.html">Lori Danelle</a> turned these wooden pallets into the cutest little bed for her daughter. I'm digging the proposal of raw pallet wood in a kids room & the contrast of pink bedding, alongside other colorful items that would normally fill a kids bedroom. It's refreshing, isn't it?Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-42238997602157257502010-09-07T14:25:00.006-05:002010-09-07T15:13:50.316-05:00Seeing the Everyday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TIac2le5loI/AAAAAAAAASI/OGUSyWNfTk8/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TIac2le5loI/AAAAAAAAASI/OGUSyWNfTk8/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514267255350335106" /></a>I just subscribed to this magazine called, <a href="http://www.seeingtheeveryday.com/">SEEING THE EVERYDAY</a>. It's an advertisement free magazine with articles focusing on relationship building during the common and ordinary moments in life. I think it may be geared toward parents raising a family: regardless, it should be relevant & relatable no matter your age. Plus, it will be a killer coffee table book. Also, a really great gift idea, don't you think? I'll let you know after my first subscription arrives.Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-59339833697651600282010-09-05T00:03:00.005-05:002010-09-05T00:57:06.673-05:00heLLo sEPTEMBER.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TIMw3KSFj3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/KUKJs-q_bJw/s1600/Picture+6.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/TIMw3KSFj3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/KUKJs-q_bJw/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513304093042773874" /></a><br />I can hardly believe it's the SECOND September that i wiLL NOT be returning to schooL. It's bittersweet -- maybe a little more sweet -- but the month and recent brisk weather is giving me acute nostalgia for my college friends & town. i'M desperateLy wishing i could enjoy a perfect, chilly air bike ride down the red cedar trail, meet tiffany for coffee on the couches at Raw Deal, make a much needed ice cream trip to WALMART at 3AM with juLie, talk greeting cards, weddings, and current events with racheL at Caribou, count on coming home to the light on - no matter the hour - someone always awake & willing to sit at the kitchen table with you, their computer, a cup of coffee, and advice. My heart is smiling - i lOVE you girLs & i miss you Menomonie. i'LL see you soon, okay?Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-86326887397622912552010-01-15T10:14:00.004-06:002010-01-15T10:18:03.686-06:00love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/S1CUe7fHhLI/AAAAAAAAARw/t7F7zULfFV0/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/S1CUe7fHhLI/AAAAAAAAARw/t7F7zULfFV0/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427000810066642098" /></a><br />I've fallen in love with <a href="http://www.maxwangerblog.com/">Max Wanger</a> photography.Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-52574051410096369962009-12-17T10:35:00.013-06:002009-12-17T22:14:16.026-06:00Babies TrailerA documentary coming out in April 2010 features 4 babies from 4 opposite corners of the world: Mongolia, Tokyo, San Francisco, and Namibia during their first year of life. How interesting!<br /><br /><object width="395" height="210"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aCZUb_dUGA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aCZUb_dUGA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="210"></embed></object>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-59418091118659144372009-12-08T23:33:00.012-06:002009-12-08T23:50:38.707-06:00Christmas @ 1015 grand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx858Kk-JNI/AAAAAAAAARo/jPAtW5ZyIHc/s1600-h/IMG_6903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx858Kk-JNI/AAAAAAAAARo/jPAtW5ZyIHc/s320/IMG_6903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413108982916981970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx85vSKSSGI/AAAAAAAAARg/Rc9VuCkOg0g/s1600-h/IMG_6931.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx85vSKSSGI/AAAAAAAAARg/Rc9VuCkOg0g/s320/IMG_6931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413108761614239842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx85kzTVUhI/AAAAAAAAARY/M3Njfa5sNLg/s1600-h/IMG_6907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx85kzTVUhI/AAAAAAAAARY/M3Njfa5sNLg/s320/IMG_6907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413108581531996690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx85cNzd8YI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eXcxW5YKQvI/s1600-h/IMG_6902.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx85DsenRTI/AAAAAAAAARA/FI5pdXVYswI/s320/IMG_6904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413108012764579122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx84qut_NKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hYTzKbrLArQ/s1600-h/IMG_6933.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx84qut_NKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hYTzKbrLArQ/s320/IMG_6933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413107583869203618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx84dZBB_aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pzd1PTtNgJE/s1600-h/IMG_6932.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx84dZBB_aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pzd1PTtNgJE/s320/IMG_6932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413107354705198498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83v3ZzAFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iqDScvucmYQ/s1600-h/IMG_6901.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83v3ZzAFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iqDScvucmYQ/s320/IMG_6901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106572588154962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83oOz6oGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9Bm1A4hsGS0/s1600-h/IMG_6914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83oOz6oGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9Bm1A4hsGS0/s320/IMG_6914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106441432768610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83cr5ekkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BWzvX2w_EWA/s1600-h/IMG_6937.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83cr5ekkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BWzvX2w_EWA/s320/IMG_6937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106243082293826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83BcoKrhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NWTCrU-1_5c/s1600-h/IMG_6927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/Sx83BcoKrhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NWTCrU-1_5c/s320/IMG_6927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413105775126687250" /></a>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-79368205049622554002009-10-21T00:54:00.005-05:002009-10-21T01:07:07.131-05:00evian joyI bought the Christian Lacroix evian bottle today. It was only $1.99! It may have been the highlight of my day. You can hardly buy evian water for that price, not to mention a beautiful, lacy bottle beside. yAY, i love finding joy in the small things. Isn't it lovely?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/St6kYtIFIEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fBjgwqOZOfI/s1600-h/IMG_6846.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/St6kYtIFIEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fBjgwqOZOfI/s320/IMG_6846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394930147973734466" /></a>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866609634341143432.post-45456918499296361882009-08-19T18:09:00.003-05:002009-08-19T18:12:59.072-05:00Simplehuman Design Winner!The <a href="http://www.simplehuman.com/design/design-contest-winners.html">webpage</a> is up and I'm so excited. It feels so much more official now!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/SoyGvdxylkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nIMhpp_BRXw/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHy_bAwsZDI/SoyGvdxylkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nIMhpp_BRXw/s400/Picture+18.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371816605551597122" /></a>Oriana Zenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06411170225134101101noreply@blogger.com3