Adam and I are planning on buying a house in the not-so-distant future. In the meantime, I've been trying to bulk up on decoration inspiration.
In the process of trying to find the perfect mesh of my mutt-style, I have realized how much I miss Domino Magazine. It had the perfect blend of bohemian-vintage-chic, traditional flair, comfort, and funky details. For now, I guess I will just have to settle for spending (notice how I chose not to use the word "wasting") countless hours on elledecor.com and apartmenttherapy.com. While drooling. My life is so hard.
An intelligent person would probably wait until she had a house of her own before she started perusing the world wide web for design inspiration. This intelligent person would realize that spending way too much time looking at beautiful rooms while renting a house that she can't touch = bad idea. And furthermore, she would know that if she WERE to search the depths of the internet for the perfect living room, she would start to obsess... and then she would start to go insane... and then she would drive her husband mad with chatterings and mumblings of future decorating plans. And then he might cut his ears off.
But on the bright side, if I were an intelligent person, you wouldn't get to look at this eye candy:
In the process of trying to find the perfect mesh of my mutt-style, I have realized how much I miss Domino Magazine. It had the perfect blend of bohemian-vintage-chic, traditional flair, comfort, and funky details. For now, I guess I will just have to settle for spending (notice how I chose not to use the word "wasting") countless hours on elledecor.com and apartmenttherapy.com. While drooling. My life is so hard.
An intelligent person would probably wait until she had a house of her own before she started perusing the world wide web for design inspiration. This intelligent person would realize that spending way too much time looking at beautiful rooms while renting a house that she can't touch = bad idea. And furthermore, she would know that if she WERE to search the depths of the internet for the perfect living room, she would start to obsess... and then she would start to go insane... and then she would drive her husband mad with chatterings and mumblings of future decorating plans. And then he might cut his ears off.
But on the bright side, if I were an intelligent person, you wouldn't get to look at this eye candy:
(Note: I felt like naming the pictures because I'm hip like that.)
Looks like we'll have to buy a house with seven living rooms...
