tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59684550988737195692024-03-14T01:45:09.791-07:002 by Designvirtual design for virtually every space2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.comBlogger404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-60500436134385172342012-07-16T09:50:00.000-07:002012-07-16T09:51:22.066-07:00Monday Mid-Century Mania!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even the babe's lips are sealed!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful? Yes. Summer death trap? You betcha. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">99% in head size up in this bitch!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, what's this? A fountain in the middle of the house? Perrrrfect.</td></tr>
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Holy time travel, Batman. I swear I can't believe it's been almost a month since I left you guys. We got back from our "vacay" (a story to be told at a later date) about a week ago and since then have had one first birthday, 2 monsoons, 3 deadlines and a partridge in a pear tree. Er, something. You get it. Annnnnyway, today's post is dedicated to all things Palm Springs. My grandparents raised my mom there, I spent my childhood there and something deep within my soul says I'll find myself living there one day. (Hubs' soul says otherwise but mine tends to win such battles. Don't tell him I said that.) I don't know what it is about that place. It's the desert, and I live in the desert with the same heat, cactus and sunsets, yet somehow it's totally different. Maybe it's the small town vibe, eclectic peeps or magical mountain backdrop, but regardless, I feel totally at ease there. Always have. Which is why I was stoked when my cousin decided to get married there last month. There are all kinds of details I could get into about the events that took place, but for the sake of sanity (yours, I can assure you) I'm just going to give you the Cliffs Notes. Yes? Yes.<br />
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1.) We rented a fab condo designed by my mom's one-time boss and friend, Arthur Elrod. The pool was amazeballs, there were more light switches than I ever knew could exist, one of the bathrooms was totally mirrored (and I thought dressing room mirrors were unkind) and the front door may or may not have seared off my fingerprints. </div>
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2.) The rehearsal dinner was held at <a href="http://www.escape2palmsprings.com/">THIS</a> amazing house. I don't know what was better - the view, indoor fountain, retractable roof or sunken bar. I'm goin' view, mostly because I almost fell in the fountain because of the sunken bar. Thank you. </div>
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3.) My favorite portion of the program was the architecture tour. You see, my cousin and her now husband are architects, as was my grandfather, so many of their guests were interested in seeing some good 'ole mid-centery masterpieces. We decided to skip every house but one. My grandparents' house, where my mom was raised and I created forts, sunburns and memories. I haven't seen it since I was in high school, and it's had two owners since then, but somehow my cousin gained access. Not only that, but we were able to hang out there, alone, for as long as we wanted. It was amazing. The only thing that's really changed is the expansive lawn that I once knew to be covered with my grandmother's flowers is now halved by a swimming pool. A STUNNING swimming pool I might add. I wish I could show you all the photos I snapped that day, but the owners were pretty specific about maintaining their privacy. I get it. But I can show you the exterior, right? And the fireplace because my kid is in front of it, right? Right?? Okay, good, let's keep that between us. </div>
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4.) The wedding was beautiful and my cousin stunning. Held in the shade of the mountain and among the sculptures of the museum, it was everything I knew it would be and more. My grandfather would have been proud, and I'm sure he was. </div>
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And with that, I'll take a breath. I'm sure I lost you somewhere before Indio, but what can I say? I'm a talker. Let's chat again in a couple days, okay? I promise I'll let you get a word in here and there. Word. </div>
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Well friends, we're outta here. Heading to Palm Springs for my cousin's wedding and then carrying on to cooler climates. Woot! Have I mentioned my cousin is getting married at the Palm Springs Desert Art Museum? Fun fact - it was designed by my grandfather, E. Stewart Williams (photo of the dashing man and his pipe above) AND, my other cousin (we're all very close) also got married there ten years ago this month. Considering my cousin getting married (I swear, I only have four cousins - try and keep up) is also an architect who happens to be marrying ANOTHER architect (still with me?) we're having all kinds of dinners and fun parties at fabulous PS locales like the one above. Oh, AND, my mom worked for and was close friends with Arthur Elrod, so we're staying at one of the places he designed back in the day. What whaaaaat! Disclaimer - it will be 112 degrees. Double disclaimer - it will be 112 where I live, too, so yeah, whatevs. I digress.<br />
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I promise lots of pics in the event I don't die of heat stroke. Until we meet again, my pretties!2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-26332119690858362022012-06-13T14:55:00.000-07:002012-06-14T09:46:16.401-07:00Beach Blanket Baby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I keep meaning to share pics from my cousin's wedding in Santa Barbara a few weeks ago! We stayed in Carpinteria, rested in Palm Springs and had a blast. I won't bore you with all the deets, but here<br />
are the Cliffs Notes - the weather was amazing, the beach beautiful, the bride stunning and the baby happy. Oh, and there were weird clouds to boot. Seriously, that's weird right? I was strangely obsessed. Whatevs. That is all, carry on!<br />
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PS - My other cousin is getting married next weekend in Palm Springs so back we go. All kinds of goodness will be going down there so stay tuned. I know you're excited!2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-88803613823173801152012-06-12T13:03:00.000-07:002012-06-12T13:03:47.243-07:00Weekly Whiteout<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love me some shelves. Especially when they look like this. And I don't know what that glorious storage container on the floor is all about, but I want one. Someday my home will again look this organized (and white), and this photo gives me the hope. Get it? Heh.<br />
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What's this? An inspiration board?? Yea buddy, gettin' back to my roots! Anywho, I dear friend of mine is planning her wedding and is hoping for a low-key event that keeps it fun, and ahem, affordable. She's thinking of a whole picnic theme or maybe even just cake and punch. Oh and the decor should be simple and easy to execute, yet convey the festive mood of the day. Right? Right. Personally, I'm obsessed with throwing fresh flowers into canning jars, oh and BLTs. Yep, really can't go wrong there! Mmmmm, bacon. I mean, mmmmm, marriage.<br />
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(Ugh, cannot find my sources for these shots ANYWHERE. I do know dresses are by <a href="http://J.Crew/">J.Crew</a>, straws and love sign via <a href="http://www.bhldn.com/">BHLDN</a>, ring bearer bowl from <a href="http://palomasnest.com/">Paloma's Nest</a> and multiple other images are from <a href="http://www.snippetandink.com/">Snippet and Ink</a>. Sigh.)2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-89521357233202252292012-05-29T15:15:00.001-07:002012-05-29T15:15:47.799-07:00Just A Little Something That Went Down This Weekend...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That's right, we walk now!! Whhhheeeeee!!!<br />
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The train in this room reminds me of my own house. Minus the 7,368 other toys. And check those floors - half straight planks half chevron. Thoughts? My inner OCD demands the table and chairs line up perfectly over the seam, but then again, my house has 7,368 toys on the floor so clearly my OCD is wasted.<br />
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Let’s keep it real for a second, shall we? Babies are
amazing. Little glowing, fresh-faced cherubs of wonder who bring joy to all who
cross their paths. Know what else they bring? Stress. Pre-babe, the Hubs and I
rarely had cause to argue. I mean, what to eat on a Friday night was seriously
a top 2 contender. And then came baby. Suddenly tongues are a little sharper,
tones are a little higher and patience is a little thinner. I’m just sayin’.
While most of the time I don’t remember what our bouts are about, I do know
that I usually (okay all the time) regret things I’ve said. Just like I hope my
little one doesn’t wake up at 4 am again tomorrow, I also hope that during our
next “match” I remember that Hubs and I are in the same boat. The same
sleepless, weighted down, single-ore vessel that tends to retain water and
definitely needs a fresh coat of paint. It may not be pretty, and it may take
us a while to get to our destination, but the bottom line is there’s nobody I’d
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In other news, this is a great post I’m thinking of laminating and hanging up in my bathroom – <a href="http://lydianetzer.blogspot.com/2012/04/15-ways-to-stay-married-for-15-years.html?spref=fb">15 tips for staying married for 15 years</a>. Gems
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">(</span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/97888914/boxing-vintage-flashcard-style-print?ref=sr_gallery_21&ga_search_query=boxing&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=ZZ&ga_min=0&ga_max=0&ga_page=2&ga_search_type=handmade">Vintage-style boxing print</a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> via mynameisjz) </span></div>
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Oh hey, what's this? Just the coolest bed frame/hanging side table combo EVER. You know, no biggie. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Soooo, apparently I’ve lost all track of time. My last post was in March? Seriously?? Clearly I’ve stepped into some kind of time warp where friends forgive me for not calling them back and it’s cool to not wash your hair (er, something). In this alternate universe, we’ve been doing things like traveling to San Fran (first plane ride for baby – no, I did not end up on the news), celebrating anniversaries, eating too much, catching up with family and learning to stand. Yeah, that’s right, learning to stand. Oh and PS, it’s going to be 102 degrees this weekend and I’m already dreading the summer. Hmmm, I wonder if this alternate universe has ceiling fans? Don't judge. </span>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-30570051365730370142012-03-27T09:18:00.002-07:002012-03-27T09:21:14.262-07:00Weekly Whiteout<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lipmkGFORq0/T3HoU_FwZmI/AAAAAAAACsk/8puvMnkf4Rk/s1600/per_gunnarsson_60e921da65ce0f53b99ed78a7d78e879_195708408.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lipmkGFORq0/T3HoU_FwZmI/AAAAAAAACsk/8puvMnkf4Rk/s800/per_gunnarsson_60e921da65ce0f53b99ed78a7d78e879_195708408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724612048595215970" /></a><br /><div>Finally, a modern couch that doesn't require me to sit perfectly straight all. the. time. Not that I'm lazy, I'm just sayin. Sometimes a girl wants to get her slouch on. </div><div><br /></div><div>(image via <a href="http://emmas.blogg.se/">Emmas</a>) </div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-14670983927378970022012-03-26T06:00:00.001-07:002012-03-26T06:00:10.882-07:00The House That Perfect Built<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAtCpOxTX4o/T2_vE6TPfmI/AAAAAAAACsU/BbR61AUmsog/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAtCpOxTX4o/T2_vE6TPfmI/AAAAAAAACsU/BbR61AUmsog/s800/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724056519059668578" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPgjZM2JUD0/T2_vEjZOAJI/AAAAAAAACsM/S0gsT4tzgVE/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPgjZM2JUD0/T2_vEjZOAJI/AAAAAAAACsM/S0gsT4tzgVE/s800/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724056512910721170" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-viIaFYKP_aM/T2_ueb8m-KI/AAAAAAAACrk/RWK_uo-4pn8/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-viIaFYKP_aM/T2_ueb8m-KI/AAAAAAAACrk/RWK_uo-4pn8/s800/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724055858076645538" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7SGePb175s/T2_ud_q43RI/AAAAAAAACrc/71wAIpPVMAI/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7SGePb175s/T2_ud_q43RI/AAAAAAAACrc/71wAIpPVMAI/s800/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724055850486127890" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GD6VPbXgqc/T2_udnT43_I/AAAAAAAACrQ/tbQc256gpkM/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GD6VPbXgqc/T2_udnT43_I/AAAAAAAACrQ/tbQc256gpkM/s800/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724055843947208690" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofSQGtNY1GM/T2_udrqNqDI/AAAAAAAACrA/FffYAaY1vsQ/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofSQGtNY1GM/T2_udrqNqDI/AAAAAAAACrA/FffYAaY1vsQ/s800/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724055845114587186" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBvGcuunFc4/T2_udU4Z5RI/AAAAAAAACq4/UqidmBOpYGw/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBvGcuunFc4/T2_udU4Z5RI/AAAAAAAACq4/UqidmBOpYGw/s800/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724055839000093970" /></a><br /><div>Normally I'm not a picture-tearer-outer, but this house was the exception to the rule. I saw it in Elle Decor a couple years back, tore the pages out, and squirreled it away for future reference. You know, for the day I win the Lotto, buy and renovate the perfect mid-century pad and fill it with gorgeous, spot-on pieces of furniture. I don't know what it is about this place, but I fell for it, and I fell hard. There's something about the light and movement of the space coupled with light wood, concrete floors and white paint that gets my heart going. I mean, that living room...are you kidding me? Maybe it's because it reminds me of my Grandparents' home or maybe because the walls are closing in on us in the condo, but this house had me at hello. And I'm thinking of asking it to go steady. </div><div><br /></div><div>(images and article via <a href="http://www.elledecor.com/home-remodeling/articles/midcentury-new-century">Elle Decor</a>) </div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-40834323851353863362012-03-21T11:03:00.003-07:002012-03-21T11:09:30.557-07:00Weekly Whiteout<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckSF8s7wK1I/T2oYDYONNDI/AAAAAAAACqs/Ez_zDciGwzk/s1600/LaMaison.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckSF8s7wK1I/T2oYDYONNDI/AAAAAAAACqs/Ez_zDciGwzk/s800/LaMaison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722412722848347186" /></a><br /><div>Talk about breathing room. Holy beautiful windows! Also loving how the texture of the ceiling is carried out to the deck, too. Oh and that taaaaable with a single light fixture. Perfection! (Singing!) </div><div><br /></div><div>(image via <a href="http://lamaisondannag.blogspot.com/">La Maison d'Anna</a>)</div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-60630071021106625792012-03-20T09:17:00.005-07:002012-03-20T10:19:18.291-07:00Desert Storm<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOgM0kpQTAM/T2iyCsjMddI/AAAAAAAACqg/kGpKk2ExaS0/s1600/photo2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOgM0kpQTAM/T2iyCsjMddI/AAAAAAAACqg/kGpKk2ExaS0/s800/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722019085962474962" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ9m9JV9pvU/T2ix1ecZ4gI/AAAAAAAACqU/PfTygNM6TYY/s1600/photo4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ9m9JV9pvU/T2ix1ecZ4gI/AAAAAAAACqU/PfTygNM6TYY/s800/photo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722018858837598722" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8HW0ACEKx4/T2ix0kjLxOI/AAAAAAAACqI/d7nVQv93TmA/s1600/photo5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8HW0ACEKx4/T2ix0kjLxOI/AAAAAAAACqI/d7nVQv93TmA/s800/photo5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722018843296777442" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48mTDHUy44A/T2ixzvzvjEI/AAAAAAAACp8/4zjzh_pC3BA/s1600/photo6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48mTDHUy44A/T2ixzvzvjEI/AAAAAAAACp8/4zjzh_pC3BA/s800/photo6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722018829139151938" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQw20dGGH1U/T2ixzJvDltI/AAAAAAAACpw/bhel3Ix3QzY/s1600/photo1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQw20dGGH1U/T2ixzJvDltI/AAAAAAAACpw/bhel3Ix3QzY/s800/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722018818918946514" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0hWdEdOi1E/T2ixy9c_hII/AAAAAAAACpk/EiAIfSzr87Y/s1600/photo3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0hWdEdOi1E/T2ixy9c_hII/AAAAAAAACpk/EiAIfSzr87Y/s800/photo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722018815621956738" /></a><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0hWdEdOi1E/T2ixy9c_hII/AAAAAAAACpk/EiAIfSzr87Y/s1600/photo3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>When I was a kid, we’d spend hours splashing in puddles and watching the clouds roll in like waves. It’s never just gray here, but instead continuously reflects the landscape like a seasoned shape shifter. Streaming light breaks through every now and then to dance on the pavement, and occasionally, snow will fall lightly on the mountains behind us. The hubs and I went for a drive with the baby this weekend and while he dozed to the pitter-patter of raindrops, I opened my window to the smell of sage and the magic of my childhood. People ask me why despite living overseas and having opportunities to move to the “big cities,” I always find myself back here. The truth is I’d miss the breathing room, and the inspiration it cultivates. There’s something about the desert that lives in my soul, and after long hours and sleepless nights, it’s the inaudible sigh I need to remind me what really matters. What about you? Where do you feel inspired? <!--EndFragment--> </div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-59873563730567761342012-03-14T11:51:00.002-07:002012-03-14T11:58:01.085-07:00Weekly Whiteout<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoqWRdVL1Dc/T2Do2S8alYI/AAAAAAAACpM/X6oe0WGC9dE/s1600/LaMaison2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoqWRdVL1Dc/T2Do2S8alYI/AAAAAAAACpM/X6oe0WGC9dE/s800/LaMaison2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719827546256348546" /></a><br /><div>I must be in the mood for spring because I'm lovin' me some pink. I mean, not PINK, pink, but a little pale splash offset by white? Yeah, I could get down with that. Oh and this light fixture. I'll take that too, please. </div><div><br /></div><div>(image via <a href="http://lamaisondannag.blogspot.com/2011/05/goteborg.html">La Maison d'Anna</a>)</div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-23895454468122693982012-03-05T09:24:00.004-07:002012-03-05T09:32:40.833-07:00Seriously?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZAzVyNdflU/T1TptdekoKI/AAAAAAAACo8/InoTfgUegEw/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZAzVyNdflU/T1TptdekoKI/AAAAAAAACo8/InoTfgUegEw/s800/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716450794256244898" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHZ52ZpFy34/T1TptJFSpFI/AAAAAAAACo0/2ukWH4QcPY8/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHZ52ZpFy34/T1TptJFSpFI/AAAAAAAACo0/2ukWH4QcPY8/s800/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716450788781499474" /></a><br />The top photo is my mom in Switzerland and the bottom is her in New York last week. The catch? They were taken TWENTY-FIVE years apart. Uh, what dude? I'm pretty positive I look ten years older today than I did on Friday sooooo, yeaaaaa. Happy Monday everyone! Stupid aging.2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-41680109264343548542012-02-22T06:30:00.000-07:002012-02-22T06:30:03.290-07:00Get Your Grub On<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoADZv9zlO8/T0Ro2HnV-bI/AAAAAAAACn8/kFWsB3T5KZ8/s1600/Grub.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoADZv9zlO8/T0Ro2HnV-bI/AAAAAAAACn8/kFWsB3T5KZ8/s800/Grub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805506378922418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWUAHMMVhpg/T0Ro18fiXhI/AAAAAAAACn0/uDaSOxdzNqA/s1600/FIreplace.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWUAHMMVhpg/T0Ro18fiXhI/AAAAAAAACn0/uDaSOxdzNqA/s800/FIreplace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805503393390098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZCUCMLYDOs/T0Ro1OMq0gI/AAAAAAAACns/TJbZTxfzpzQ/s1600/Main.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZCUCMLYDOs/T0Ro1OMq0gI/AAAAAAAACns/TJbZTxfzpzQ/s800/Main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805490966221314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boVf-M1dttM/T0Roz9_74eI/AAAAAAAACnc/dBi56wPQbIc/s1600/Churn.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boVf-M1dttM/T0Roz9_74eI/AAAAAAAACnc/dBi56wPQbIc/s800/Churn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805469437977058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ssDj7PvkQ/T0Rozu3-eUI/AAAAAAAACnQ/VPg-l5bOiT8/s1600/TP2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ssDj7PvkQ/T0Rozu3-eUI/AAAAAAAACnQ/VPg-l5bOiT8/s800/TP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805465378060610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXlkz-m7kuQ/T0RoiQGKqdI/AAAAAAAACnE/IEfdioOOY94/s1600/TP.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXlkz-m7kuQ/T0RoiQGKqdI/AAAAAAAACnE/IEfdioOOY94/s800/TP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805165058304466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBlEAsSHaak/T0Rogt4hnWI/AAAAAAAACm8/QmkRrIGzk10/s1600/Toilet.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBlEAsSHaak/T0Rogt4hnWI/AAAAAAAACm8/QmkRrIGzk10/s800/Toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805138694413666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CadGMW3eoqg/T0RogLFP2GI/AAAAAAAACms/UWzCmjv2eOY/s1600/Wall.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CadGMW3eoqg/T0RogLFP2GI/AAAAAAAACms/UWzCmjv2eOY/s800/Wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805129352534114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Amc-BBWVl40/T0RogItJvXI/AAAAAAAACmc/rBCzhOxh5ZU/s1600/Hallway.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Amc-BBWVl40/T0RogItJvXI/AAAAAAAACmc/rBCzhOxh5ZU/s800/Hallway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805128714599794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQQjVpXnxE4/T0RofjtZOyI/AAAAAAAACmU/HzE3AlKM0N4/s1600/LoveHavingYou.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQQjVpXnxE4/T0RofjtZOyI/AAAAAAAACmU/HzE3AlKM0N4/s800/LoveHavingYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711805118783503138" border="0" /></a><br />What's that? You'd like to see some pics from my exciting weekend?* Oh, well what a coincidence, I happen to have some right here. Check it - <a href="http://windsoraz.com/">Windsor</a> and <a href="http://www.churnaz.com/">Churn</a> - part old-school ice cream shop, part perfect day-drinking destination. $5 Bloody Mary bar, pitchers of beer and Pimms, and some of the best mac and cheese this side of the Mississippi. A bold statement, considering how much I love me some mac and cheese (see disclaimer below). Add to this a 75 degree sunny day and life is good. Oh, and the decor? Yeah, that's pretty rad, too. Why yes, that <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> an entire wall made of OLD CASSETTE TAPES. What? Yeah. That just happened.<br /><br />*Exciting weekends these days consist of meals I get to eat not standing up in my kitchen. Also not from a box. Not that there's anything wrong with meals from a box. Especially if they come fully loaded with powdered cheese. Mmmm, fake cheese.2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-34807358108472874242012-02-21T06:30:00.001-07:002012-02-21T06:30:00.826-07:00Weekly Whiteout<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1oBW4IsmLzU/T0Mh4O4OqyI/AAAAAAAACj0/i8khTwh2ePo/s1600/ViaEmmas6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1oBW4IsmLzU/T0Mh4O4OqyI/AAAAAAAACj0/i8khTwh2ePo/s800/ViaEmmas6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711446002386250530" /></a><br /><div>Ever since revealing the truth about my ridiculously over-pillowed pillow-top, I've been thinking of giving our bedroom a makeover. I'm still in the mood for white linens, but I need to add some color (one big bolster, maybe?). And I also think it's time to switch out some art for some family photos - big ones, blown up, maybe a series, framed in acrylic? Hard to say, but somethin's a-brewin' in this brain of mine. Oh and a new dresser made of something other than particle board. Yea, drawers that actually closed would be sweet, too. Thoughts?? On the room decor not the closing of drawers. Unless you're into that kinda thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>(image via <a href="http://emmas.blogg.se/">Emmas</a>)</div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-39918269012821965452012-02-17T10:36:00.006-07:002012-02-17T11:33:43.828-07:00See, I Told You I Like Color<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMkIUZ_inDc/Tz6Yek5tztI/AAAAAAAACjo/3dmQeKbWUNM/s1600/MAPainting2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMkIUZ_inDc/Tz6Yek5tztI/AAAAAAAACjo/3dmQeKbWUNM/s800/MAPainting2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710169028621618898" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UyyfyS7_6Y/Tz6UbKFGrgI/AAAAAAAACjQ/_0IV5YzLzIE/s1600/MAPainting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UyyfyS7_6Y/Tz6UbKFGrgI/AAAAAAAACjQ/_0IV5YzLzIE/s800/MAPainting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710164571835510274" /></a><br />On this fabulous Friday, I thought I'd share my latest fabulous addition from Michelle Armas. I love the colors in this piece, and how it fits perfectly on the tiny wall outside our bedroom. And the little bits of gold satisfy my craving for a little shimmer while keeping it from being all Studio 54. Even though secretly I'd be fine with that, too. <div><br /></div><div>PS - You can't believe how many pillows live on our bed. Ready? I sleep with 2, Hubs sleeps with 3, I've got 2 kings with shams, 2 standards with shams and 2 throws. Uh, what dude? I feel like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDnVI44FVhs">Ben Stiller in Along Came Polly</a>. And yes, that's a ceiling fan. Stop judging me. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Painting via <a href="http://michellearmas.bigcartel.com/products">Michelle Armas</a>) </div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-42526465358864503612012-02-16T06:30:00.001-07:002012-02-16T06:30:02.375-07:00My Dirty Little Secret<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aLJerH_DJY/Tzw_CGBmJCI/AAAAAAAACig/XgMJlXS-fAE/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aLJerH_DJY/Tzw_CGBmJCI/AAAAAAAACig/XgMJlXS-fAE/s800/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507732808541218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyCsV_gfJQg/Tzw_BcDs5xI/AAAAAAAACiY/TIngFrT8Kkc/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyCsV_gfJQg/Tzw_BcDs5xI/AAAAAAAACiY/TIngFrT8Kkc/s800/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507721543083794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7WXztUZ1G0/Tzw_BPidnTI/AAAAAAAACiI/mHCbLNm5aSg/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7WXztUZ1G0/Tzw_BPidnTI/AAAAAAAACiI/mHCbLNm5aSg/s800/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507718182444338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUqxZL5tZxM/Tzw-7HcLz2I/AAAAAAAACh8/zZwhoScF2ao/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUqxZL5tZxM/Tzw-7HcLz2I/AAAAAAAACh8/zZwhoScF2ao/s800/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507612929412962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhJMQVzYNEE/Tzw-6kjqnfI/AAAAAAAAChw/KOotv04XEOw/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhJMQVzYNEE/Tzw-6kjqnfI/AAAAAAAAChw/KOotv04XEOw/s800/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507603565551090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y82KIhTr2gw/Tzw-6ANpa0I/AAAAAAAAChk/x_Lhnqtuajk/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y82KIhTr2gw/Tzw-6ANpa0I/AAAAAAAAChk/x_Lhnqtuajk/s800/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507593809521474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MQkuLJ6zuo/Tzw-5VC0BII/AAAAAAAAChc/8W9CaxKLeq0/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MQkuLJ6zuo/Tzw-5VC0BII/AAAAAAAAChc/8W9CaxKLeq0/s800/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507582221354114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ3vtxWuc6Y/Tzw-48a3eCI/AAAAAAAAChM/m6ytx1Mg6tI/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ3vtxWuc6Y/Tzw-48a3eCI/AAAAAAAAChM/m6ytx1Mg6tI/s800/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709507575611357218" border="0" /></a><br />I'm having a secret love affair with color. What the what?? I know. Not craaaazy color, but interesting ways it can be incorporated with my long-time beau: white. I love how this apartment pulls it off with unique pieces and textures, and I am flat out OBSESSED with that nursery. Makes me feel like I did all the right things with the painting in <a href="http://2bydesign.blogspot.com/2011/05/nursery-not-so-short-story.html">my own kid's room</a>. Or at least a little less freaked out that I could be causing him seizures.<br /><br />(images via <a href="http://lamaisondannag.blogspot.com/">La Maison D'Anna G</a>)2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-75643932647548542982012-02-14T10:54:00.002-07:002012-02-14T10:59:58.312-07:00Weekly Whiteout<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D59DfT3Xgo/Tzqf-U776II/AAAAAAAAChA/1sub1uO97Xg/s1600/warren_heath_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D59DfT3Xgo/Tzqf-U776II/AAAAAAAAChA/1sub1uO97Xg/s800/warren_heath_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709051370766329986" /></a><br /><div>A little white and alotta love. Pun intended. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow I'll show you what I came up with in the way of Valentines! You know, after I give them to the Hubs :) Happy love day, all. </div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-65513996768933151262012-02-13T12:14:00.006-07:002012-02-13T12:28:33.219-07:00DIY for Valentines Day<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l9VXAy5zQ1g/TzljNKon_qI/AAAAAAAACg0/FtfusETOl4I/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.23.15%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l9VXAy5zQ1g/TzljNKon_qI/AAAAAAAACg0/FtfusETOl4I/s800/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.23.15%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708703080513011362" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZdNHxtcv9Y/TzljAExve8I/AAAAAAAACgo/kC5dLmyWm6o/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.21.49%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZdNHxtcv9Y/TzljAExve8I/AAAAAAAACgo/kC5dLmyWm6o/s800/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.21.49%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708702855602338754" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-oDgU37oX0/Tzlhzsye7DI/AAAAAAAACgc/ugoqjC1Ea48/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.17.12%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-oDgU37oX0/Tzlhzsye7DI/AAAAAAAACgc/ugoqjC1Ea48/s800/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.17.12%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708701543492938802" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRgVuSlBLtI/TzlhUOBCYrI/AAAAAAAACgQ/rnG4DoFgQDQ/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.14.31%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRgVuSlBLtI/TzlhUOBCYrI/AAAAAAAACgQ/rnG4DoFgQDQ/s800/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-02-13%2Bat%2B12.14.31%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708701002656539314" /></a><br />Peeps, I just realized that I don't have anything for "daddy" from "baby" and I got all sweaty. I know, I know, I don't NEED to do anything (for this holiday I've never found to be a big deal) but what can I say. I'm a sappy wreck these days and just want to. Soooo, I'm thinking something heartfelt and handmade is in order. (The horror.) Here are some of my faves this year! <div><br /></div><div>DIY instructions from top to bottom: </div><div><a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/274841/valentines-day-crafts-for-kids/@center/276967/valentines-day">Treat Packages</a> via Martha Stewart</div><div><a href="http://howaboutorange.blogspot.com/2011/01/fabric-valentine-hearts-garland.html">Fabric Hearts Garland</a> via How About Orange </div><div><a href="http://afieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/grade-school-valentines.html">Grade School Valentines</a> from A Field Journal</div><div><a href="http://www.creaturecomfortsblog.com/home/2011/2/3/diy-cupids-arrow-cupcake-treat-bag-toppers.html">Cupid's Arrow Cupcake Topper</a> from Creature Comforts</div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-79165115624949845752012-02-08T10:51:00.002-07:002012-02-08T11:17:25.467-07:007 Months Of Mid-Week Fun<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVtP-mudJD0/TzK2pUuN8TI/AAAAAAAACf4/lHEh86azWJY/s1600/Tyler7Months.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVtP-mudJD0/TzK2pUuN8TI/AAAAAAAACf4/lHEh86azWJY/s800/Tyler7Months.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706824498885292338" /></a><br /><div>I know, I know, this is a design blog, so why do I keep posted pics of my kid?? Well, because he happens to be VERY stylish, that's why. I mean, check out that striped getup he's got going on? Right on trend. And that fresh face? No makeup required! What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty face, and it IS his 7-month birthday after all. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, Hubs killed a giant scorpion this morning about an inch from the blanket where Baby T plays/rolls/tries to learn to crawl. I'm currently trying to contain my crazy and keep from packing up all our belongings and moving in with my parents by week's end. We've always had these bastards to deal with, but this is the first time we've ever seen one in the winter. Raise your hand if you think it's a sign that summer (when they're more active) is going to BLOW? We've been planning on moving in about a year, but I think we need to step up our game a tad at this point. Unfortunately we’ve got a couple of things standing in our way including being WAY upside down on our property (thanks economy), astronomical rents (in the event we decided to walk away from said property), and not being stoked about living beyond our means (with said rent). On top of it all, we really love our neighborhood AND our condo, but obviously wouldn’t sacrifice our little guy’s safety for any of that. So yeah, mama’s gotta get her shit straight and formulate a plan. Thoughts? I’m taking ideas here, people. Anyone interested having a sweet baby (see above) and parents with sparkling personalities live in their basements rent-free??? No? Fine. Stupid 2012. </div> <!--EndFragment-->2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-47759112006401101542012-02-07T09:16:00.004-07:002012-02-07T09:20:23.403-07:00Weekly Whiteout<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcyDAhicro4/TzFObKtOFeI/AAAAAAAACfs/W3ayyWROi98/s1600/VIaEmmas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcyDAhicro4/TzFObKtOFeI/AAAAAAAACfs/W3ayyWROi98/s800/VIaEmmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706428431492584930" /></a><br /><div>Holy. Gorgeous. Trunks. I love repurposed items like this. Obviously they'd be SUPER annoying to actually keep things in, but aesthetically I think they're amaaaazing. And really, that's all that matters, right? </div><div><br /></div><div>(image via <a href="http://emmas.blogg.se/">Emmas</a>) </div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968455098873719569.post-45589748705777628332012-02-03T10:26:00.003-07:002012-02-03T11:27:15.070-07:00I'm That Kinda Girl<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3P4FMEXbQ_U/TywY3hBHYBI/AAAAAAAACe8/naMAhwIB2w8/s1600/143763413074719173_WdVQ7flV_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3P4FMEXbQ_U/TywY3hBHYBI/AAAAAAAACe8/naMAhwIB2w8/s800/143763413074719173_WdVQ7flV_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704962170006495250" /></a><br /><div>Did you know this has been the warmest winter on record in 40 years? I'm thinking bad for the planet, but good for my alcoholism. I don't know about you, but I'll be spending a lot of time in patio-approved areas this weekend. Call it camping, if you will. Have a good one, peeps! </div>2 by Designhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09115968434625809488noreply@blogger.com1