Whimsicle

I hope you've noticed all the extry (that's how we say "extra" in the South... especially if you have a mouth chock full of wintergreen chewing tobacco) work I've been putting into this here blog lately, what with all the crappy pictures I've been taking on my very own camera. Well, today I'm cashing in my good girl blog credits for some bad girl slackerdom, because I am tireder than a SHUT YOUR MOUTH. What? I'm only talking about a week of sick cranky kid with husband away on business trip vacation. I promise you I am just exhausted, not crazy (mostly). To help myself over the hump I am pulling these here photos from the vault. They are some strange rangers, but you know what -- that suits me just fine. Surprise surprise.

Later, gators. I'm going to see a man about a house this morning, although I'm afraid nothing good can come of this mood I'm in. At this rate, with my better half across the country and totally unable to save me from myself, I'm liable to buy something nutty.

Wish me luck.

[Design Labyrinth, Elle Decor, Scandinavian Chic]

Black and White and Mine All Over

As much as I feel daffodil yellow and spring green demanding that I redecorate my entire home in a blaze of screaming color, I am ever so slightly resistant. Actually, I'm totally digging my heels in (today). I think I can handle a little color here and there -- a floral pillow maybe, or perhaps even a fancy new chair (just wait 'til you see my latest thriftacular find) -- but I know what I never tire of is black and white. So cool, so classic. So endlessly versatile. I always like it in really graphic prints so it comes off as op poppy, not tired and droopy. Check it.

Yeah, I know. THE CHAIR.

Two houses, same zebraesque fabric:

If I lived here, I would probably want to redecorate every other day, but right now I kind of love it. Wait, now I'm talking myself back into liking color...

I like all of it. What's happening to me? Am I secretly a waspy sailor with a cottage in the Hamptons? I hate myself already.

This is what I will wear whilst sailing my 500 foot yacht around the world. Actually, I just snagged this suit from Old Navy and it's pretty dope. Now I just need to do 80,000 leg lifts.

Sorry to make you read the most disjointed post in the history of DC. Obviously I am feeling some style conflict. There's this big sea change blowing in and I'm not quite on board. Color scares me. Maybe it's because my adventures in paint colors have often ended badly -- like macaroni schoolbus bathroom of death badly. But other times, not so badly. I did like my red dining room... for about 6 months. And then I was so fatigued by the COLOR that I painted it -- hold your breath -- black and white.

What do you dudes think? Are you prepared to go whole hog colortastic? Am I just being a wuss?

[Elle Decor, Diamond Barratta]

Happy Mick Jagger Day

If it seems like I've been phoning in my posts all week, it's because I kinda have been. The inlaws arrived last Sunday and are staying until today (woo hoo for free babysitting!). Meanwhile I have a raging sinus infection, tons of work to do, and SXSW has been going on this week. So if I owe you an email, or if I haven't commented on your blog, please accept my apologies.

Mick would like to make it up to you.

You can't be mad at Mr. Pouty Pants, and so by proxy you can't be mad at me.

Happy weekend!

[Magnus Marding, Elle Decor, James McInroe]