The Wonderful World of Decorating

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:

(Note: I felt like naming the pictures because I'm hip like that.)

Atlantis

 

Blues Hues

 

Grey Beard

 

Smoking Room

The Coral Shelf

 

The Traveler's Study

  

Rainbow Bright

Tea and Crumpets

Looks like we'll have to buy a house with seven living rooms...

Style Inspiration

Most people's style inspiration is something or someone uber fashiony.  Chloe, Betsy Johnson, Marc Jacobs, Balenciaga, Sarah Jessica Parker, Gaga Gabor, Diana Ross, The Olsen Twins, Boy George, Kim Kardashian.  Something like that.  Not me.
Call me a conformist... but I love the clean, interesting, mass produced simplicity of J.Crew.
Now, don't get me wrong, I wish that was me.  Much of the time, I wish I could be that person who gently picks out their Marc Jacobs (or Marc Jacobs inspired) outfit out of the closet, packs on the accessories, actually DOES something to their hair, puts on their 5 inch heels and heads out the door on time.  But that just isn't me.  I usually put together outfits based on what is clean (sometimes), easy to get to (this usually means that it is laying on the floor), and what will go with a V-neck Tee.  And now, more and more I find that, when I don't spend all my money on food, I am gravitating towards buying outfits based on whether or not they are already put together for me online, hanging on the J.Crew model.

source: J.Crew

For The Love of Cake

I am so tired of this diet.  No sugar, no flour, no gluten, no dairy, no garlic, no eggs, no fun.

But I can't quit.  So what do I do?  I live vicariously through this blog. (And through my husband - who routinely stuffs food in his face, not of his own free will, but because he is made to do so by a certain crazy, starch-starved wife).

I want to eat things like this:

Rich and Ruffled Chocolate Celebration Cake

Campfire Chocolate Cake with Marshmallow filling

So, please, do me a favor tonight.  If you can eat wonderful, sugary, gluten-filled pastries, do it.  With me in mind.  For the love of cake!