Black Sheep

As the proud parent of a very energetic toddler, I can say there are a few things I will never own: 1) a white sofa 2) a fabric sofa 3) another chesterfield sofa (you would not believe what secrets those button tufts can hide). I know a lot of people have their little munchkins trained to eat in (gasp) the kitchen or dining areas, which is right and good since that's where food should live. And it's not that I am trying to raise a wild animal, it's just that life happens. Well, that and I have a hard time standing over an 18 month old in the kitchen, watching him take his sweet time (like, at least an hour) futzing with four squares of PB&J. On the other hand, could this be the solution to all my problems?

Are you guys sick of all the Belgian linen slipcovers yet? I have to say I kind of love the romance of it all. Of course, you could throw a burning pile of poop in the middle of this gorgeous room and it would still look fabulous. But would this super soft look work in a more casual space or just come off as sloppy?

I do generally prefer a more tailored look for a sofa. I'm all for comfort, but I'm also a little concerned that the super flowy white slipcovers look like Aunt Martha just closed up her Hamptons home for the winter.

Now this looks kidproof. Black covers, they never get dirty -- the longer you use them the blacker they get.

I kind of always thought I wanted a white sofa, but I find this refreshingly different and super easy to pull off. Just think -- that fabric could be anything. Something that matches jelly would be preferable.

Happy Monday, dudes. I have a craaaaaaaaaazy busy week coming up, but Ima do my best to shower you with blog love. Maybe even every inch of my love.

[Marie Claire Maison and MR Architecture]

Sofa King

Praise jeebus, it's Friday. Hallelujah and sparkle rainbow angel monkeys. I don't know about you, but this was one of the most brutal weeks in recent memory for me. I am probably going to suffer post traumatic stress disorder from it, complete with trippy flashbacks. That might be cool, though.

I am going to try really hard to wait until 5 pm to have a martini, but there's no need to make the whole day into a suffering succotash of delayed gratification. Have a seat. Relax. Take a load off, homies.

That's a double dose of de Sede for y'alluns, because I love you so. Thank you for your nice comments on Ike's room redo. They pretty much single handedly salvaged my wreck of a week.

I hope you all have a fantastic, fun filled weekend!

ps: head over to Apartment Therapy and vote for Door Sixteen as the best blog in the universe. Dewit.

Yes or No?

I'm starting this new column because sometimes I come across things for which I genuinely can't determine my feelings. That's where you come in, and isn't it comforting to know there's no wrong answer? It's not like I'm a teacher, slamming the sledgehammer of knowledge across your knuckles when you answer incorrectly, or like your boss who thinks the answer to improving performance is assigning more TPS reports. I'm even nicer than your kids -- I promise I will never scream at you in public if I don't like what you're doing. Just playing along is alright by me.

So: Yes or No?

Maximo Riera's Octopus Chair. Hip Lovecraftian throne, or nightmare from the deep?

Please please please don't forget to tune in early next week for my big reveal of Ike's nursery/playroom redo! It's almost done and it's looking pretty cute, if I do say so myself...

Happy weekend, ya'll!

Oh! PS:

It appears Apartment Therapy's annual Homies bizness is going down, so if you feel like heading over HERE and nominating us, Karly and I will be your eternal wives in heaven. That's a pretty good deal, right?