Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Baby Haute
These little nuggets over at the uber-stylish Caramel Baby & Child are the epitome of my desired progeny. In about eight years, I will have my own little pouty lipped turban heads. I'm totally one of those people that ascribes to the fact that children are just smaller people and therefore don't want to be dressed like stoned clowns or walking billboards (AHEM DISNEY CORPORATION). Just because your person can't speak English very well doesn't mean they want to wear a bright pink Christmas tree skirt and a bow wobbling questionably on the top of her little bald head. Treat that babe with some respect!
Now, I know I'm (hopefully) a good 5-10 years away from procreation and ease and expense will come in to play and blah blah blah, but I think even then I will stick to my guns on this one. This doesn't mean I'll be nazi-fashion-mama; if my nuggets need weird squeeky light up shoes to fulfill their preschool fantasies, we'll talk about it. Until then, I'm picturing linen frocks sans pudding stains and blue eyed babes in bowler hats. Swoon.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Chen Karlsson
ChenKarlsson, as featured on Design*Sponge last Friday, is a design team "inspired by Scandinavian and Asian design traditions." I remember seeing their fantastic pendant lamps in the past and freaking out, promising myself I would invest in one when I'm living a lifestyle that doesn't require me to rape my piggy bank for quarters. Their hanging pendant lamps are perfect for housing your favorite tiny friends, and I love that you can easily change out the trinkets. I still insist on spending hours in the miniature doll-house section of the fair each summer, almost in tears over the tiny iron skillets and cross-hatched pies. Miniatures make me melt. ChenKarlsson's fixtures have a sort of terrarium feel, too! The also have the cutest fabric prints with little Chinese babies on them. Everyone knows how I feel about squishy-faced babes; when in Chongqing a few years ago, all I learned to say was:
"May I have a cold beer?"
and
"May I hold your baby?"
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Worry Muppet
You know how sometimes you're lodged between two loomingly brilliant decisions and the longer you toy with them the more you resent them in all of their opportunistic magnificence and you actually wish for one second that you were another moping little mussel hiding away in your small town shell?
And then you put on your big girl panties and make a decision.
And you can actually breathe.
And you run around in circles flapping your hands at your sides and screaming consonants because you realize that if you feel that comparatively free then it must have been the right decision.
And you feel like you can do anything because you aren't held down by your own silly worry Muppet that sits on your shoulder and bops his stupid disappointment head in your constant periphery.
YOU KNOW THAT FEELING?
SO DO I.
And I firmly believe it is inextricably tied to many, many, Margaritas.
Photo: We heart it.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Obsessed
I literally want every single one of Alex Monroe's creations.
But the rings! The sweetness of gold with the organic twig texture is genius.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Dot your eyes
Today I saw a connect the dots puzzle for the first time in years and I remembered how much I truly loved them as a child. There was a certain sense of accomplishment in the end result of a perfectly round and smiley sun or a sturdy palm tree, for a kid who had about as much grace with a crayon as a humpback whale. I got to googlin' "connect the dots for adults" and 1)immediately decided that was a bad idea 2)giggled over the fact that these were common search terms.
Amongst the ethers however, I did find the beauty above. Apparently, this is the brainchild of artist Chris McAuliff who, according to ABC Austrailia's website, "invited 100 artists to decorate their own album cover of Neil Diamond's 1970 record, Shilo, which features a connect-the-dots image of his face."
I LOVE the internet.
photo via: swankola.com
Modern and Rustic
This home from Design*Sponge is absolutely a dream. The dichotomy of rustic, unfinished woods, and sleek modern whites is killing me. It feels sophisticated yet cheekily unhinged, making me want to listen to Joni Mitchell and slide around in my socks. I think it ought to be tucked right in between the coast and a cozy forest line, Oregon perhaps? Can you believe it's tucked away in Brooklyn? I would definitely add a few more pops of color; some of the rooms feel a bit too sterile. But in all, it is definitely got that subtle something that totally enchants me.
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