Weekly Whiteout

Honestly, everything else I could possibly talk about today seems ridiculously unimportant. To make a donation to the Red Cross and help those in need, go here. Sigh.

(image via Cupcakes and Cashmere)

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A Tall Drink of Water

This post was originally going to be allllll about the patio because let's be real, it rocks, and I LOVE me a good patio. But how could I not talk about the rest of the house when it looks like this?? Personally, with a property and view like this, I could be convinced to pitch a tent and live off the land somewhere the owners wouldn't really notice me. But when you start adding elements like that gorgeous kitchen, bedroom fireplace and tub?? Forget it, I'm upgraded to stalker status. Hope they don't mind if I take a bath while they're at work.

(Sadly, I can't remember where I found this house. I blame pregnancy brain. Bah.)

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Elemental Beauty

It's kind of amazing what a piece of beautiful wood and a little imagination can do, don't you think? (Insert inappropriate "that's what she said joke" here.) I mean, I try to be savvy about repurposing things, but these images put my shoe-organizer-turned-ribbon-organizer to shame. I also love the idea of bringing the outside in, and considering every plant in my house turns to dust, these branches seem like a fabulous alternative.

(image via Emmas Design blog, DIY branch display at Design Crush, branch pendant via Decor8, branch picture at Inspirations by Ivy, image via Emmas Design blog)

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Weekly Whiteout

A perfect nook to take in a perfect day. And the gorgeous sofa on casters isn't too shabby either.

(image via Greige Design)

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Post Paris

Have you guys seen the blog, Le Portillon? It's an online diary of a Swedish girl living in Paris and it is b.e.a.utiful. Both in print and in pictures, and it's just the journey I need to get me out of my head. Check out her most recent post:

Lately we’ve been spending most of our time discovering the area closest to us, where we live. Morning walks to Père-Lachaise, saying hello to Marcel and Edith. Admiring thick heavy doors leading into death, spotting stray cats asleep between the tombs. Then we stroll up and down the hills of Belleville, becoming tired, quite dizzy by all the places one wants to remember. Small thrift stores with shelves full of dreams, boxes with buttons meant for tailored coats. In a diary somewhere, I hide my thoughts.

Stunning. Stunning I say.

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Two-Faced Taste

I have a confession. Obviously I love me some modern/mid-century decor, but I have another side too. I'm drawn to French interiors. There, I said it. Spending a few years in England as a kid and traveling back and forth to France had a huge impact on me, and like a creepy ex, it's an obsession I just can't seem to shake. Even my mother is a secret Francophile. Sure, she grew up in a glass house with concrete floors and has great Eames pieces in her current abode, but one peek into "garage storage" reveals everything from dried lavender to antique riding-boot molds. (Seriously.) Now that I have the chance to decorate a new space for our new little addition, I'm a hot mess. Do I go sweet or fun? Colorful or muted? Brand new or repurposed? Sigh. I'm thinking I'll find middle-ground at some point, but if you see a picture of my future child in one of my dresser drawers, it's time to stage an intervention.

(modern and french nursery images via Style Files. Image with branch above crib from Remodelista)

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A Style Smorgasbord

It's no secret I have a thing for Swedes. From my Viking heritage to my obsession with Marabou chocolate (seriously, look it up), I heart all things Scandinavian in a big way. Especially their style. I mean, check out Elin Kling’s pad. She’s one of the biggest fashion bloggers in the hood and her flat kind of rocks my world. Yeah, yeah, I know it came equipped with those floors and high ceilings, but check out the small details. The masculine leather sofa contrasted by the girly chandelier in the dressing area – the stacks of worn vinyl in the living room punctuated by the clean canvas of the white bedroom. Swedes are masters at mixing textures and eras, and well friends, they had me at hello. Or rather, hej. And yes, I had to look that up.

(First seen on Emmas Design Blog)

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