Two Heads Are Better Than One

For a long while I've lived in a frightening jungle of chaos, which I had the temerity to label "eclecticism." Don't get me wrong -- I love a good mix, but now I'm working on adding some match. I simply don't think my Type A control freak personality is right for the boho jumble (which some people obviously put together with super panache and style). Because when I try, it just comes off as bag lady chic. Thanks to your comments and emails on this frantic post, I've turned to the symmetry side. I need some pairs of things. This may require buying actual new furniture (ARRGGHHH), which is a terrifying prospect... so terrifying that I will probably procrastinate. A lot.

So for now I'm going to study a bit.

Suss out the possibilities.

I do love a good pair of interesting objects.

This is my favorite room right now. I want my house to look like this, forever and ever. Amen.

Look at that -- four pictures. No odd numbers. Two pairs -- I am working on this symmetry thing already.

Or I am turning into Rain Man.

Shit.

[Roger Davies, Stuart McIntyre, World of Interiors, Elle Decor]

Yes to All This Magic

1!  Let me start with an update:  I bought a Persian rug!  I'm very excited and it should be arriving any day now.  I have a few other new items slowly making their way in and I'm looking forward to giving you a living room update very soon 2! Instead of looking at my crib, I'm going to take you on a pictures-only - zing! - tour of a house that will always and forever be better than mine, no matter how many Persian rugs I buy.

Ok, so not totally word-free.  I do want to say that this room has spoken directly to my heart.  The message:  you and me were made for each other.  The hanging chair and the blue rug with the blue stones are working for me in every way.  Also, I think Erin wants the couch in the back corner.

You know you want it.

Ok, so the kids room is a little too country-sweet for me.  But the rest has stolen my soul.  Next time I redo my house I'm going to do it like this one.  Brick by brick.

Anastasia Was Here

I'm not feeling so hot today. It could be because I have not slept well in a week. Or it could be that the aftershocks from Girls' Night Out are slapping me all up in the face. Either way... ugh. I am no condition to communicate with the world, and it's days like these that make me wonder why in the world anyone is reading my posts. Maybe it's because you often find yourself drawn to places you would never live. Maybe you enjoy playing pretend fantasy life party like I do. Maybe you want to talk about this house.

When I was little, I told everyone my name was Anastasia. My mom was a bit confused by this revelation, but she didn't stop me from spreading the news far and wide that I was the long lost daughter of a Russia Tsar.

I feel like this house suits my fantasy Russian Duchess perfectly.

Leopard wallpaper and all.

[AD Russia]