Thursday, March 28, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
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
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!
Thursday, March 7, 2013
(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 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