dull, dark, wet weekend ahead

when the weekend looks dark and dismal I grab all of my old school greats and blast them while I clean, paint, launder and organize. Songs like these make you just feel sunny even on a cloudy day...

a horse of course

I am a horse nut. Straight up.

One could argue that I am a bit of a snob though - I like to say I have an eye for picking out the good stuff.

Even though there's a lot going on here (patterns everywhere!) I couldn't help but spot this beauty in a decor8 feature on a project that Vanessa de Vargas from Turquoise (her Los Angeles-based furniture and interior design business that I'm seriously in love with) worked on. I love it when a designer incorporates a horse into a space.

I read an introduction by the editor of style at home magazine that spoke to me - an avid horsewoman whose husband was over all of the equine art she accumulated, she ended up trying to find something that was liked by both her and her other half. A beautiful old black and white photo of a famous hockey match sealed the deal. I'm on the search I guess. An important part of interior design is making sure it speaks to everyone that lives there, and it's j's home as much as mine.


a friend forwarded this to me today

there comes a point in your life when you realize
Who matters
Who never did
Who won’t anymore...
and who always will.
so don’t worry about people from your past
there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future.

I heart you too, friend!



I love H&M

The homewares department is amazing.

I let a few pillowcases get away and I'm still regretting it.


hot baths

I used to want to frame this for on the wall in the bathroom. I may get around to it if j doesn't realize the whole stuck her head in an oven thing... it's a little bit from the dark side of my soul I guess.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with someone I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say “I’ll go take a hot bath.” I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water’s up to your neck… I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath. I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don’t believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water… The longer I lay there in the clear hot water the purer I felt, and when I stepped out at last and wrapped myself in one of the big, soft white hotel bath towels I felt pure and sweet as a new baby.

sylvia plath - the bell jar


hawaiian flavor

I'm on a vacation vibe right now. Beach Boys surfer rock, hibiscus flowers, teak wood, sundress and I just want to get on a plane and step out into a sweet smelling warm breeze.

photo credit: jennifer ladd c/o etsy