Thursday, March 28, 2013

On Hiatus...


...working on website and life until further notice. Isn't that true of most people?

Monday, March 18, 2013

Enter at Your Own Risk

 photo I snapped while walking

I wished his awnings were open...

During a trip to NYC awhile back, Ken and I went to visit our friends, Geee-off & Jean. Geee-off took us on an impromptu walking tour to see the sights and enjoy sporadic beverages and nosh (my kind of travel).  While walking I got the chills as I spotted the most amazingly cool, quiet, refined and silver-fox-like front door. A year and a half later I saw the same door published in Elle Decor.  Turns out it was the entry to the home of one of my very favorite interior designers: Miles Redd. He has style steaming from his pores… with a little thought and planning, your front door can steam, too!


Pic by me: In love with corbels. (NYC)

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Takin' A Shelfie

Over the years, I've trusted my gut (and have been confirmed by the best of 'em), that you should only decorate your kitchen with stuff you actually use in a kitchen. Anything from a peach to pitcher, a reamer, roaster or a framed rouille recipe , it all works;  just avoid the non-utilitarian elements at all costs.  Frankly, some things just don't make sense in a room designated for cooking

With that said, I get bored easily and crave change. So:
One day last Spring I needed more storage for all our CSA veggies and came up with a shelf solution I had on hand. I used a vintage chicken “fancy young hen turkeys” crate (poor turkeys), which instantly gave me two shelves when mounted to the wall. I change it on the regular to fit my storage needs.

I thought outside the box and you can, too. It's always fun to take something utilitarian and use it in an unexpected way. Surprise yourself and do the same!

Here are some of the ways I've styled the shelf to get you in the mood:

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Plant a Seed: hope it'll grow.

(not me) Thanks, tumblr!

I finally did yoga again today. Last time I did it I was 8 months
pregnant. Then I fell off the wagon. It feels so good to be back. My mind needs it about as bad as my body does, if not more.
But I really wish I had a room, a yoga room, strictly designated for my

It'd be far more calming if I wasn't slightly on edge that my daughter
might at any moment slither under my Downward Dog, my Baby-Bud-Man might
 need sustenance, or some weirdo might knock on my door trying to peddle me steaks out of a truck.

Ahhhh: maybe when I'm an empty-nester.
Until then a chick can plan:

Photo Courtesy:  her split ends blog

Photo Courtesy of French By Design 

Photo Courtesy of Martha

Photo Courtesy of Nantucket Home

Pic courtesy of Knight Moves

1st Dibs is Amazing.

Pottery Barn does Dhurrie

My friend Ellen told me about John Marin. Lovely. Brooding. Bright. Photo from ArtNet.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013


Photo courtesy of Decor Arts Now

It's an incredible feeling to come home after a long trip. It's like your place perks up a bit and slicks down its proverbial cowlick to warmly greet you once again.  Perfectly familiar, it's as though there's a strange awkwardness lingering in the air; as if my abode was partaking in naughty high jinx while I was away. And although it feels slightly different, refreshed even, my digs are more appreciative of my presence now that I've returned.

Well, I missed you too, you old broad.