I usually love three-day weekends, not only for the three-day-weekend-ness of them, but for the short week that follows. But this week — yeesh! It seemed like the longest week ever. I was already thinking it was Friday on Wednesday. Now, I’m so glad to be facing the weekend, although tomorrow we have a mess of chores to do. But tomorrow night there’s a fun party, and then our friends are coming to visit the new house on Sunday. What are your weekend plans?
This Friday Five is in celebration of Friday *finallyyy* being here.
You know those homes where everything just seems natural? Even the mess is natural. Everything has a place and looks great and like it was curated with just the best eyes ever. I rarely feel like our home achieves that — maybe it’s because we’re still building it into a home, selecting accessories and paint colors, and being super selective because we know we want to be able to live with it. But I loved this article from Apartment Therapy about creating an environment of casual comfort. I especially like this passage:
“You don’t need to be a world traveler with five hundred dhurries or live in one house for a thousand years to break it in and make it great, but you do need to spend some time thinking about your personal style. As you realize and develop your own style, items will start jumping out at you, and sometimes they may be from places as exciting as a big box store.”
Tips include mixing rustic and refined, layering textiles, mixing in personal artwork, and displaying inspiration. Read the article for a more in-depth discussion.
(Image originally from Adir & Marcello’s Worldly Retreat via Apartment Therapy)
I don’t own a lot of jewelry, but what I do own, I wear over and over again. I’m picky about rings — my wedding ring is the only one I’ll wear — and fussy about bracelets — they get in my way at work while typing. My ears aren’t pierced, either (three tries and I gave up). So necklaces are where I focus my efforts. I love pieces like these that can be worn over and over with a million different colors and outfits, and always feel fresh. I’d probably buy a new chain, though, because gold plate irritates my skin.
Listen, I pin a LOT of stuff throughout the week. Sometimes it’s so I can remember which rugs I obsessively unearthed on my lunch break so I can present them to my husband later. Sometimes it’s because I like a painting on a wall, or the way a blanket is layered over a sofa, or the floors of a room. Usually, I don’t even say anything about them — I just credit and go. Every once in a while, though, I see something like this shot above, by interior designer Nyla Free, and I just go, “Whoa.” It’s those moments where everything is perfect — the windows and the view outside of them, that giant tree inside, the floor lamp, the carpet, the way the awesome couch is angled in the room, and the white brightness of everything weighed down with all that plum and black in the middle. I would make whoever lived here my best friend. Or maybe just Nyla herself.
At our last place, I needed a little table where I could set my laptop when I wasn’t using it, because I was sick of leaving it on the couch. I found this little vintage typewriter table at a consignment store for a steal, and it sat in a corner for a couple of years holding not much more than the laptop (sometimes) and a huge box of baseball cards my husband bought at an antique mall and refuses to get rid of even though they’re not worth a thing. Then, we moved, and seriously our first day there, I set my fountain soda on the wooden top of the typewriter table and left it there for a bit too long. Cue drink ring.
So I’ve been looking for some awesome coasters, and I think these might fit the bill. I like a little quirk, and since we don’t have much, the high-fired, glossy porcelain coasters would really do the trick. I especially like the vintage men’s swimming trunks on Acapulco. “Mad Men,” anybody?
Dude. There’s a painting of a dog, and antlers, and an antique poster of ducks, and some really strange artifacts that look like skeletons under a couple of cloches. Not to mention the animal skin rug, the saddle, the horn, and the riding boots. And right in the middle of it all, there’s this laptop. Whoever lives here, I’m simultaneously drawn to and terrified of them.