Architect Cary Tamarkin built his home for his family on Shelter Island, New York and I’ve decided I’d like to be adopted. I love how he keeps his lines clean and his décor minimal to instead focus on the natural elements of light, wood and water. I also love a space that doesn’t seem like it’s trying too hard, you know? Kind of like when you spend hours on your makeup to make it seem like you’re not wearing any. These days I’m all about searching for kid-friendly interiors, and with built-in furniture that won’t break and concrete floors that beg to get wet, this house more than fits the bill. Speaking of bills, how much do you think he’d charge for his designs? You know, gotta get my ducks in a row for when I win the Lottery/write a bestseller/score a reality TV gig/sell my soul to the devil.
(images by House Beautiful)
What better way to start our week than by introducing you to the easiest Halloween costume on the planet? I'm pretty sure these killer ponchos are the love-child of pajama jeans and muumuus, and frankly, I couldn't be more stoked. I mean honestly, did you read my post on Friday? I'm a woman on the verge, people, and trying to squeeze my ass into a sexy nurse/devil/Disney character getup makes me want to die. But a blanket with a face? Now that's a fashion statement I can get behind. Literally.
Well helllllllo glossy white cabinets, white subway tile and GORGEOUS butcher block counter tops. I don't know your story, but your style's got me all hot and heavy. If you're not doing anything later, I'd love to spend the day together. Or the night. Mmmmhhhhmmm, that just happened.
Vast wasteland of cubicles.
Ongoing internal debate about the pros and cons of continuing to breast pump now that I’m back in the office.
Conversation about such saga with fellow mother/co-worker/friend
Me: “Pumping at work sucks, but…”
Her: …“it’s the most unselfish thing we can do for our children.”
For the record, I was about to say “but it burns so many calories.” Happy Thursday.
I spent more than a few minutes looking at these photos. Same furniture, same styling, yet totally different vibe. Ready for this? I like the black walls better. Uh, what dude? Maybe I'm in a dark period, or maybe I'm just picturing the white room covered in baby food/spit-up/other grossness, but it's speaking to me on a lot of levels. And you know what they say...once you go black you never go back. We'll just have to see about that.