Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.- Oprah Winfrey
Sometimes it’s hard to get everything on my “to do” list completed at work. But I have a feeling I would have absolutely no issue concentrating in this lovely home office. Traditional pieces with feminine lines and a punchy color palate are the perfect mix of polish and pizazz- truly the best background for a successful business.
1. Expresso Birch Hardwoods / 2. Dove Gray Paint / 3. Coral FanFare Rug / 4. Chevron Striped Accent Chair / 5. Studded Burlap Pouf / 6. Turquoise Buddha Lamp / 7. Custom Cameo Portrait / 8. Brass Pendant / 9. Embroidered Hoop / 10. Slate Mid Century Desk / 11. Graphic Teal Chair / 12. Feather Stamped Pillow / 13. Chinoiserie Etagere / 14. Birdcage Mirror / 15. Re-purposed Book Letter / 16. Monogram Bamboo and Gold Tray / 17. Bookcase with Glass Doors / 18. Rustic Teal and Coral Reclaimed Coffee Table / 19. White Sofette with Teal Piping
…Who said Jane Goodall ever settled for a tent?
Whether your weekend is spent exploring the wild or catching up on Mad Men, this playful, bright living room design plan will serve as happy backdrop.
1. Pharmacy Lamp / 2. Terracotta Table Lamp / 3. Wing Back Chair / 4. Zebra Bust / 5. Star Mirrors / 6. Ceramic Vase / 7. Sage Console Table / 8. Numeral Jar / 9. Soumak Rug / 10. Chinoiserie Mirror / 11. Vintage Library Chest / 12. Geometric Pillow / 13. Arden Sofa / 14. Ikat Pillow / 15. Woven Cross Stool / 16. Expresso Coffee Table / 17. Oyster Shell Chandelier / 18. Vintage Desk Clock / 19. Magnifying Glass / 20. Country Blue Paint / 21. Upholstery Fabric / 22. Chevron Gray Hardwoods
I am not a natural athlete.
Ask my childhood best friend, who helped me lie about my number of push ups for the Presidential Fitness Test in 8th grade. Or the clerk at Second Time Around Sports, who assisted my family in switching out at least 8 different types of gear during my “optimistic” years of going out for any/every team.
TLC would be planning television special events about cutting my 600 lb body out of the apartment, had I not discovered yoga.
Yes, it’s impossible to make the varsity squad of vinyasa, but it’s never too late to turn around your life, fitness and health.
I didn’t start classes expecting to morph into Gisele overnight. But I’m feeling better, physically and mentally, every week I complete a session. I bounce in on Monday nights, a ball of raw nerves, with extensive to-do lists fighting to maintain focus over the chanting of my class. Somehow I always emerge relatively stress-free, happy, strong and capable after an hour and fifteen minutes.
It makes me feel like a better person.
And it certainly helped control my range of emotions when my garden stool unexpectedly passed away, a month ago.
“A friend, a slippery coaster, and the prettiest thing to stub my toe on in the morning.”
Sadly, my favorite decorative accessory perished due to
complete idiocy irresponsible FedEx shipping practices, sometime between December 29th and January 15th. It may have been seldom utilized on a regular basis, in the corner and all, but its presence was just amazing. There are no words. The stool will be missed dearly.
Last known photo of my ceramic child:
Yes, I was frustrated by the loss. I mean, WHO WOULDN’T STOP TO SLAP A FRAGILE STICKER ON A BOX CONTAINING FORTY SOLID POUNDS OF CERAMIC POTTERY, BEING SHIPPED 900 MILES. But bitching about my experience won’t bring back my garden stool. And actual people are dying in this world. So I took a deep yoga breath (okay, maybe 1,392,393 breaths) and moved on.
In the form of a new mosaic project.
Time to dry the eyes and pass the caulk, I’ll be projecting through the grief this weekend.
And exclusively using UPS for the rest of my natural life.
We spend all summer sweating in record-breaking heat, waiting for crisp fall weather, pumpkin spice lattes and layered outfits. Then after the first few weeks of chilly weather, it’s time to start dreaming about warm weather vacations, sundresses and sipping margaritas in cute espadrilles.
In my case, these sentiments also apply to home decor.
I always had imagined my home being an artistic and sophisticated living space. Moving to New York only supplemented this lifelong decorating fantasy with the mental addition of exposed brick and industrial touches. My mind entertained an apartment featuring neutral West Elm furniture, selvaged vintage medical cabinets, thrifted light and airy accessories.
Which clearly means I am now required to develop an unhealthy obsession with chinoiserie chic decor.
A mainstay of southern and new-traditional decorating, this movement features heavily ornamented prints, fun, bright colors and a light-hearted sensibility. Think a 60′s movie star’s glamorous home in Palm Beach-luxurious, with a kitschy yet stylish quality. Primarily focused on oriental motifs (often the prints/images of typically blue and white pottery) these reoccurring patterns are applied densely to furniture and textiles to produce warm and delicate spaces.
This reworked design vision is a little strange - I have spent years avoiding the cliche Lilly Pulitzer hysteria of the sorority world.
So why does it now feel as if I’m trying to desperately grasp that brightly colored shift dress with crochet trim-mentality, as if it would resuscitate Heath Ledger and my grandmother in the same breath. When I should be assembling outfits compromised of aggressive gladiator wedges, leather leggings, fur and fully sequined tops as per my fellow NYC fashionistas.
Maybe it’s because I’m sub-conciously missing my North Carolina roots?
Possibly because I’ve harbored an affinity for those loud illustrated fish/puppy/turtle/duck/flower prints that make a 40 year old grown woman look like she is going to a preschool picture day (fountain of youth?!) but find them better suited for home furnishings?
Perhaps I’ve just realized that no amount of stark decor could make our apartment double in size with neutral, airy window sheers, so I might as well fully upholster the bitch in ikat and toile from floor to ceiling instead?
Regardless of rhyme or reason, I’ve fallen in love with the timeless, preppy, quality of this decor-fad.
But you honestly never know- I could wake up one day and start planning a stark, classy home with tiny pops of color and beige on beige on beige on beige everything. Most likely, one week after I move back to the South.
After all, the chinoiserie is always brighter on the other side.