A huge obstacle for me in decorating is that I am a pretty terrible shopper. I love to look at websites, blogs, and magazines, but my in person shopping stamina is just laughable.
I was reminded of this fact today when I tried, for about 30 seconds, to look for table lamps on ebay. Almost instantly after typing in my search criteria, I encountered that throat clenching “I’ve just got to get out of here…” feeling that I often get when I walk into a thrift store, or Ross, or a fabric store… Is it that I’m overwhelmed? I think that it’s more that I basically lack patience. But not just patience in general, because I can spend hours in Anthropologie’s shops and certain boutiques just browsing. The reality is, I’m a snob. If what I’m looking at doesn’t speak to me immediately, I can’t be bothered.
Is that just one of those things I have to accept about myself and move on? Probably. I seem to manage just fine; I eventually find something that feels perfect for whatever spot or purpose I’m looking for. The sad part is I just can’t hang with my best shopping buddies who weren’t bred to be so finicky and impatient. Sigh, c’est la vie.
I feel ready for Spring, and aching that I don’t have a yard or garden to tend to this march! So, I will leave you today with an image to love, thank you Sunset…
I’ve just read an inspiring interview (thanks to the link from Bright.Bazaar) with Jonathan Adler on House Beautiful. I could literally put the entire slideshow of a home he’s designed in Westchester NY on display, but I’ll settle for my favorite…
I love the big dark leafed plant in the background, and I desperately want the hanging chair. And all of those windows!!! And for my fur loving friends, I apologize, but I love that in the interview Adler points out that he prefers cruelty-free animal print rugs. A man after my heart.
I’m finally in the know about an Anthropologie affiliated home store Terrain. The site is pretty a la Anthro’s, lots of white space highlighting pretty pretty products.
There’s nothing super girly or frilly about almost everything I see on this site. They have a collection of vintage produce crates, tubs, and garden decor that look genuinely old and used in all the right ways. I love the name Terrain, too… reminds me of places un-charted, un-tamed.
Dreaming of gardens again… see you later…
Love & other indoor (and OUTDOOR!) sports,
I love that movie The Holiday mostly because of Arthur, the elderly screenwriter Kate Winslet’s character befriends. But secondly, I fantasize about arriving in a new place to find either a cute quaint cottage or a beautiful Beverly Hills home waiting for me…
Daily Imprint linked to Real Living Magazine’s blog that linked to Luxe Home Swap, a website whose tag line is “For people with homes they’re proud of.” I think my biggest fear in doing a house swap is showing up somewhere to a home that is decrepit and not wanting to stay there. This way, you’re swapping with a person who takes pride in the decor and style of their home! On top of seeing a (presumably) brand new place in the world, you’re getting to steep in the style of a local who has decorating pride.
I probably could keep posting pictures, in reality, for days. There are so many places around the world to go. I’m not sure how desirable my 1 bedroom apartment would be to folks, but I did see a Russian Hill (SF) studio listed, so who knows. I wonder if that would break my lease agreement?
Now I’m dreaming of far away places. In my fantasy when you do a house swap, it’s a clean barter for accommodations, no other charges, right? What a dream.
Last weekend I painted the entry and one wall in my living room/dining room a color so fantastically called Black Forest…
I wouldn’t have guessed that I’d be one to go with this look but I was just totally inspired by this new space I’m in… Our view of amazing ocean clouds & our building’s propensity to being engulfed in fog got me on this wavelength… last week the fog was so thick, I sat at home working at the table being literally serenaded by fog horns. (Seriously, where am I living?!?!)
Tools used to realize my vision:
I’m really loving the end result. It has the feeling of living near the sea but more on the top floor of a building on a hill than seaside cottage. I used Olympic no VOC paint, and honestly I was shocked… it smelled like I was painting with playdo clay! Plus the coverage was great, which is necessary when you’re painting with such a serious color. Two coats and I was done.
I’m really happy I went with my gut on this project. I’m working on styling up the entry which is also newly painted. When it’s done marinating, I know I’ll be excited to share.
The most inspirational, the move to the new apartment.
I’ve actually spent a lot of my time away looking at other blogs and getting inspired again about why I love home decor. I had been going through one of my phases when I feel fickle for caring so about things… but then I finally get inspired again to remember that style matters. Creative expression matters. And feeling perfectly at home, or perfectly moved by a space, is meaningful.
When I moved into my studio on New Years Day of 2009, my darling aunt & uncle drove 50+ miles to help me. My aunt is just one of those women who can wrap a present perfectly, not allow the saran wrap to stick to itself before it can stick to whatever its intended to cover, and who can tie amazing bows. I myself have not mastered any of those skills, and I’m not too sure if it’s because I need more practice, or if I’m just not meant for that kind of greatness.
Point is, she tied a darling golden ribbon in a perfect bow on my front door. I left it on until the day I moved out:
When we moved out of my studio, my darling aunt & uncle drove 50+ miles to help me once again. And in the spirit of things + the holiday, my aunt created a fab new creation for our new door!
I’m all about things that have such a high rate of return on the happiness factor! My darling aunt gets to leave her mark on her niece’s new city digs, and I get to think of her every time I walk into my house. It reminds me that I’m loved and even though they’re not right here, my family is around!
I love to be reminded of simple, unconditional love. Especially at Christmas.