Thanks for not minding the occasional mental breaks here & there, y’all. It’s good to get away every once in awhile, although I always enjoy it when I make my way back to this space. The past few weeks have been spent having drinks with friends at the pool, having drinks with friends around the fire, having drinks with friends at the pub (there’s a theme here), seeing my family (with one of those visits unfortunately taking place at the hospital), dog-sitting for my parents, photographing, exchanging living room furniture (OK, Andrew did most of that), and shopping for art/plants/antiques to fill our home. It’s been a good time, for sure.
I’m really loving the new additions to our space. With our first year of owning a home we had quite a few obstacles and life-stuff to deal with; we were elated with simply having enough between us (and a few generous family members) to come up with the basics. Into our second year I’ve begun to have the time and energy and desire to move old things around and put new things in. It’s hardly a necessity, but decorating and arranging the places I spend time in has proven to be both a relaxation and creative outlet. Not to go with the grain or anything, but Andrew has Atlanta sports coasters and is therefore pretty happy to let me do whatever else I want. I’m a fan of mixing different aesthetics (classic + mid-century + contemporary + vintage + southwestern) and its been fun to see it all come together with the random finds I’ve picked up while out & about.
I’m kind of obsessed with the new canvas hanging in our living room. We had taken a wrong turn on our way to lunch and ended up passing by a GoodWill we had not yet been to. After pleading with Andrew’s growling stomach to let me go and peek for JUST A SECOND I SWEAR, I found this baby at the bottom of a stack of frames. I’m not sure what exactly draws me in, but I’m in love. The color palette, the all too familiar scene of half naked man in the kitchen, THAT GORGEOUS LIGHTBULB?! Its perfect and we’re perfect together. I even love the little cracks and chips in the paint. Welcome home, lovely.
Another piece of art that I’m head over heels for is one that I lovingly refer to as my lesbians. The antique shop owner had this labeled as “Sisters” but I think we all know what’s really going on here. Sisters (unless you’re a Lannister) don’t look at each other like that. I haven’t found their permanent home just yet, but I’m happy to have them here.
On the hunt for napkin rings for this set of handkerchiefs. I’m thinking something like this?
Please notice Robin fussing in that last photo. Poor girl has three settings: blanket burrito, ripping limbs from toys, and howler monkey.
Next item on my list is to replace those chunky college craigslist side tables. Not entirely sure what I’d like to switch them out with, but definitely something smaller. Perhaps bring in some metal accents to the room?