what's the deal with dried flowers?

if you didn’t use your jerry seinfeld voice we can’t be friends.

jk.

am i the only one that notices that the french keep their flower arrangements well past their prime? specifically hydrangeas but any and all are welcome to the flower skeleton party it would seem. also is this even worthy of a blog post? butofcourse (bad french accent)….

gomphrena dries pretty.

it’s cool to mix fresh with dead i guess.

i have that book.

so deliberate.

it’s like she’s mocking us.

my own pale green hydrangeas from last summer dried to dusty crisp.

all other images from here and here.

thrills

i can spend seconds on etsy and find something i want…case in point…..

these vintage plastic plates are delightful to look at.


this large evil eye wall hanging. because sometimes you don’t want a square piece of art.

the work of this artist brings me much much joy. i think you know why.


baby hands letter organizer/toast rack. presented without comment.


rainbow beaded earrings. someone you know would love these.

love this little vintage loomed tapestry. you could do soooo much better on the framing though.


this excellently priced GORGEOUS nude oil painting by patricia neff.

this just seems right. it’s time. my inner 80’s child is compelled.


this cool sconce. looks like an elizabethan ruff.

that’s it for this edition of thrills.



the allure of all white

i appreciate and even marvel at some all white spaces. i think you can run too far into generic and bland if you’re not careful. excellent architectural details help.

i really like this copenhagen space owned by designer britt sisseck. that scandi modern shabby chic (come at me!) gets me every time.

the pale, ashy wood floor is the stuff dreams are made of. i love how she chose varying muted shades of pale (grey, beige and pink) for the doors throughout. the marriage of modern and vintage furniture and lighting is most impressive. it’s all just so dreamy and soothing.


get the look….

love yourself best

we all know valentine’s day sucks. i mean really sucks. it even sucks when you’re a kid. all that pressure to fill out 30 valentines, making sure jeremy, the kid who smells like hotdog water, doesn’t get the wrong idea but bryce gets the RIGHT idea. and is there anything more terrifying than a room full of balloons or red roses that smell like a cold grocery store? and even with the best of intentions a valentine from your valentine is never the valentine you wanted. and don’t even get me started on the sex pressure. it’s like a ticking time bomb. (i’m fun to be around)

anyway, fuck all that. just get yourself something.

how about a pretty red robe with lace? wear nothing underneath and channel gwyneth with a mirror and your VULVA. or this overpriced dyson hair contraption that will give you the “best hair of your life”- everyone on instagram. maybe it’s worth it? i could spend all my money on just workout outfits including shoes. i’m living proof that fresh workout clothes are an excellent motivator. i recently tried this lip whip in suji and it’s just the best stuff. can be worn sheer on the lips for a just-ate-a-berry look and on cheeks for a rosy flush. it’s the red lip for people who think they look old in a red lip. or for just a few dollars you could gift yourself this adorable cat charm bracelet. and for a several thousand dollars this ettore sattsass bookshelf. a forever piece if there ever was one. you can see it in action here. or what about a fresh quintet of pillows for your sofa? ( pink / coral / lavender / eye / black ) or maybe this excellently cute red dress? or this mask from biolgique recherche that i can promise you you will not regret. i’ve used it a bunch lately and it’s definitely the most hydrating mask (masque if you’re fancy) i’ve ever used. or maybe just buy a bunch of pretty but practical unders? i like this brand a lot. or this coral teddy coat because it’s still winter (unless you’re in atlanta where it’s officially springter)?

or maybe order a pizza and masturbate.