Oh be still my little heart. Today I went (for the first of 17 times) to the Marimekko, With Love exhibit at the Textile Museum of Canada. There are few things in this world that cast a spell on me like Marimekko. There is something really transcendental the way I experience Marimekko. It brings me to this place where I’m walking along the walls of the harbour in Helsinki in my fancy rubber boots and thinking about a trip to St Petersburg and getting so good at Finnish that no one will even notice I’m not one of them. Marimekko is not just fabric or stuff or even art. It is Bold. It is Happiness. It is simultaneously vernacular and sophisticated. I love that is is just a swirl of folk art that makes you want to have everything in your life just simply be as astonishingly beautiful as it was meant to be.