Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Light up the living room like a grown up...

Our lovely Ikea lamp, left over from my days in the tiny East Village apartment I used to love, just blew up. As in, it literally blew up one day and almost set our chair on fire.

The incident got me to thinking, perhaps one of the ways you move into real adulthood is to invest in some real lamp-age. We recently inherited a gorgeous porcelain lamp from my husband's grandmother and now every other cheap lighting feature we have in our house looks childlike in comparison.

So, I've made a decision. Grown up lamps are soon to become part of our lives. The best thing about lamps is they can be fun or even a little bit crazy. They can be one of your adventurous decorating pieces because they're also practical. A crazy looking lamp will always look the part when you turn it on and it lights up your living room.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Vintage sun hat. Shady at the park.

You should have one. Maybe this one, or this one, or this one?

Mine belonged to my husband's grandmother. It occasionally (read: all the time) flies right off my noggin when the wind is too strong but I love it all the same. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

I have nothing to do this weekend...

...and it feels good. Maybe I should buy this breakfast tray, go to the farmer's market and fill it with a cute brunch tomorrow.

Planning ahead? Maybe that's why I always have too much to do on the weekends.

Happy summer.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Sitting by the ocean...

I am currently sitting by the ocean. I've been here for 24 hours and will be for the next 24. I'm watching the waves crash and thinking I should make everything in my life the color of the ocean. 

To make your cocktail parties taste like waves. 

To make your flowers feel like they are beside the ocean. 

So your guests at your cocktail party will think you belong beside the ocean. 

To simulate the ocean breeze. 

For to carry the ocean around with you.

So you can sit and dream of the ocean. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Sometimes I dream of flatware...

When I think of my perfect future kitchen, it comes complete with white cabinets, black countertops, a black and white floor, a great big sunny window and a great set of flatware.

I'm not sure why my dreams rarely include the perfect set of dish ware. I love a good set of dish ware but I'd rather spend the cash on forks and knives. Forks and knives people.

A guest might remark on your lovely plates. However, when they are lifting your summer salad to their lips, they'll most definitely appreciate a good fork.