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Books to Take You Into Fall

Haaaaayyyyyyyy, readers! It’s been so long since I’ve written a book post – ok, ANY post, and I’ve been wanting to jot down book recs for y’all for a while. These are just a smattering of books I’ve recently read or am dying to get my eyes on. By the way, I’m currently on maternity leave, about to pop this baby out (I was due this past Wed), and even though I know I’ll be run ragged with zero sleep and in a zombie-like state for the next few months, something deep inside of me hopes I can get 1-2 books read in the next few weeks. Bless my heart… we all know that’ll likely never happen.

Seh. Without further ado… here we go!:

Educated: A Memoir by Tara Westover – One of the best memoirs; no – one of the best books, period – I’ve read in a while. A memoir (think Glass Castle-ish) about a girl growing up in a survivalist family who ends up leaving them at 17 to go to school, and eventually earn a PhD from Cambridge University. Just… trust me. Read it.

My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh – Warning: Judging by the sound of this book (description below), this could either be a frustrating read about a girl in a sort of narcotic, lazy, sleepy haze OR it could be a delightful read (reviews are pointed that way) by a young newish writer:

“A shocking, hilarious and strangely tender novel about a young woman’s experiment in narcotic hibernation, aided and abetted by one of the worst psychiatrists in the annals of literature. Our narrator has many of the advantages of life, on the surface. Young, thin, pretty, a recent Columbia graduate, she lives in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan paid for, like everything else, by her inheritance. But there is a vacuum at the heart of things, and it isn’t just the loss of her parents in college, or the way her Wall Street boyfriend treats her, or her sadomasochistic relationship with her alleged best friend. It’s the year 2000 in a city aglitter with wealth and possibility; what could be so terribly wrong?

This story of a year spent under the influence of a truly mad combination of drugs, designed to heal us from our alienation from this world, shows us how reasonable, even necessary, that alienation sometimes is. Blackly funny, both merciless and compassionate – dangling its legs over the ledge of 9/11 – this novel is a showcase for the gifts of one of America’s major young writers working at the height of her powers.” – Via

Fear: Trump in the White House by Bob Woodward – By now we’ve heard alllll about this, and in the last few months I’ve limited the reading I do on our President for fear of going into preterm labor, but when Bob Woodward drops a new book so Bob Woodward-ishly thoroughly investigated and written, it’s almost impossible (for me, at least), to ignore it. Hey, I’m 40 weeks this week, so screw it. (*Orders on Kindle)

Calypso by David Sedaris – Currently reading this for Book Club and like all other David Sedaris books, it’s a light, fun, funny, easy AF read:

The Lost Vintage by Ann Mah:

“Ann Mah, a food and travel writer and the author of the memoir Mastering the Art of French Eating, has a new made-for-vacation read. The Lost Vintagedrops you into Burgundy, where Kate, a struggling sommelier, has momentarily skipped out of life in San Francisco. It’s been years since Kate has been back in France. Yes, there’s a guy: Jean-Luc, a neighboring winemaker and Kate’s first love, whom she never thought she’d see again and now must, in a new way. Her story and his are woven together with one that got lost—a never-before-spoken-about relative who Kate discovers was a teenager during the Nazi occupation.” – Via


The Ambition Decisions: What Women Know About Work, Family, and the Path to Building a Life by Hana Schank and Elizabeth Wallace – I’m SOOOO excited to read this:

“‘Our sorority sisters were the picture of ambition’ back in college’, the authors write in The Ambition Decisions: What Women Know About Work, Family, and the Path to Building a Life. Yet in middle age, much seems challenging. ‘Things hadn’t turned out exactly as they’d planned.’ People made compromises; they fretted about their choices; they did what they could to make life work …’ After interviewing 43 women…the authors—mercifully—don’t draw any polemical conclusions about what women want. The primary take-away is that women want many things, and different things at different times … If anyone is feeling adrift in midlife, this may be the most useful advice in The Ambition Decisions, even if it is not the point of the book and is not specific to women either: Friends—especially old friends—make life feel better, no matter how ambitious you are.” – Via

Now My Heart is Full: A Memoir by Laura June:

“June, a former staff writer at New York magazine’s The Cut who frequently writes on issues related to parenting, tells the story of her own experiences as a parent, beginning with her decision to have a baby at age 35. She shares the details of the pregnancy, the emotional roller coaster of early parenthood, and the loneliness—and boredom—that often comes with new motherhood. She is clearly fascinated by her life as a mother and with her developing daughter, Zelda, and she is an especially aware mother. Not all readers will share her in-depth fascination, but what makes this account different from “let-me-tell-you-what-an-amazing-child-I-have” baby books are the revelations about June’s mother, whose alcoholism became an early defining factor in her daughter’s life. Her mother’s disease became the author’s secret and introduced her to a life of secrets and lies. Her look back at her years with an alcoholic mother, which makes up a significant portion of the book, is straightforward and has the ring of accuracy. Becoming a mother changed June’s life in more ways than first-time motherhood inevitably does. It opened her up to a social world she had not known, and it allowed her to form family connections she had not had before.” – Via

Ghosted: A Novel by Rosie Walsh:

“With nearly 40 years under her belt and a recently failed marriage to her name, Sarah Mackey has finally found the love of her life. During her annual pilgrimage home to England to visit her parents, Sarah meets Eddie, who is chatting with an escaped sheep on the village green. Although Sarah is definitely on the rebound—or so says an app on her phone, downloaded by a friend with the best of intentions—and in no fit state to start a relationship, the chemistry between the two is instantaneous and undeniable.

Sarah falls hard, and after a week holed up together in Eddie’s cottage, she’s sure he has, too. So when Eddie leaves for his previously planned holiday in Spain and she doesn’t immediately hear from him, she is puzzled but not overly concerned. However, with every unanswered text and voicemail, Sarah’s unease mounts until she becomes convinced that a great catastrophe has befallen Eddie. Her best friends counsel her to let it go and accept that she’s been ghosted, but Sarah is haunted by Eddie and the promise of what their week together signified. Despite her friends’ warnings, Sarah begins an obsessive search for her one-that-got-away, determined to uncover what went awry, even if it means finally facing her painful past and her family’s trauma, which she’s been running from for nearly two decades.” – Via 

Something in the Water by Catherine Steadman

“Opening with Erin digging her husband’s grave, the novel descends abruptly—how did the honeymoon end so disastrously? The timeline backs up to set Erin and Mark’s roller coaster in motion. A documentary filmmaker, Erin has been working on a project exploring how prisoners envision their lives upon release. She has focused on three inmates: Alexa, an engaging 42-year-old incarcerated for helping her mother die; Holli, a sullen young woman imprisoned for setting a bus on fire during a riot; and Eddie, a charmingly dangerous local mob kingpin doing time for money laundering. While Erin presses on with her film, Mark, an investment banker, has lost his job, and prospects for a new one are dim. Although they’ve economized on their wedding, the honeymoon is meant to be a final splurge. What they find in the water, however, skews their moral compasses. Caught in a game they do not understand, Erin and Mark are swiftly beset by ominous Russian figures, mysterious text messages, and shadowy stalkers. Meanwhile, Holli has been released and disappears with her boyfriend, who appears to be associated with Islamic extremists in Syria. DCI Andy Foster, a Special Operative for Counterterrorism, questions how much Erin knew about Holli’s post-prison plans. So Erin can add Interpol to the list of people surveilling her every move. As events tangle further, Erin and Mark careen to the edges of international espionage and domestic disaster.”

An American Marriage: A Novel by Tayari Jones:

“Newlyweds Celestial and Roy are the embodiment of both the American Dream and the New South. He is a young executive, and she is an artist on the brink of an exciting career. But as they settle into the routine of their life together, they are ripped apart by circumstances neither could have imagined.

Roy is arrested and sentenced to twelve years for a crime Celestial knows he didn’t commit. Though fiercely independent, Celestial finds herself bereft and unmoored, taking comfort in Andre, her childhood friend, and best man at their wedding. As Roy’s time in prison passes, she is unable to hold on to the love that has been her center. After five years, Roy’s conviction is suddenly overturned, and he returns to Atlanta ready to resume their life together.

This stirring love story is a profoundly insightful look into the hearts and minds of three people who are at once bound and separated by forces beyond their control. An American Marriage is a masterpiece of storytelling, an intimate look deep into the souls of people who must reckon with the past while moving forward—with hope and pain—into the future.” – Via 

The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay

“The Cabin at the End of the World plays out at a break-neck pace, with its events taking place over the course of one frightening day. We’re introduced to a seven-year-old girl named Wen, adopted from China by a gay couple (Daddy Eric and Daddy Andrew). Wen is an inquisitive kid who takes the family’s vacation to off-the-grid New Hampshire seriously, studying grasshoppers and having fun being away from school. While she’s out collecting bugs, she’s approached by a large man named Leonard, who tells her that he wants to be her friend, and that he and his friends need to have a chat with the family. She flees to the house, and her parents try unsuccessfully to keep the four people — Leonard, Redmond, Sabrina, and Adriane — out.

Once the four invaders are inside, they tell the frightened family that they don’t want to hurt them, but they have an important mission: one member of the family must be voluntarily sacrificed. If they don’t, the apocalypse will come.” – Via

Text Me When You Get Home: The Evolution and Triumph of Modern Female Friendship by Kayleen Schaefer – The older I get, the more appreciative I get of my female friends, because as good as a man is, they will NEVER understand you, or fully listen to you, or even fully empathize with you, the way your female friends will.

“For too long, women have been told that we are terrible at being friends, that we can’t help being cruel or competitive, or that we inevitably abandon each other for romantic partners. But we are rejecting those stereotypes and reclaiming the power of female friendship.

In Text Me When You Get Home, journalist Kayleen Schaefer interviews more than one hundred women about their BFFs, soulmates, girl gangs, and queens while tracing this cultural shift through the lens of pop culture. Our love for each other is reflected in Abbi and Ilana, Issa and Molly, #squadgoals, the acclaim of Girls Trip and Big Little Lies, and Galentine’s Day.

Schaefer also includes her own history of grappling with a world that told her to rely on men before she realized that her true source of support came from a strong tribe of women. Her personal narrative and celebration of her own relationships weaves throughout the evolution of female friendship on-screen, a serious look at how women have come to value one another and our relationships.
Text Me When You Get Home is a validation that has never existed before. A thoughtful, heart-soaring, deeply reported look at how women are taking a stand for their friendships and not letting go.” – Via 

The Cheerleaders by Kara Thomas:

“There are no more cheerleaders in the town of Sunnybrook.

First there was the car accident—two girls gone after hitting a tree on a rainy night. Not long after, the murders happened. Those two girls were killed by the man next door. The police shot him, so no one will ever know why he did it. Monica’s sister was the last cheerleader to die. After her suicide, Sunnybrook High disbanded the cheer squad. No one wanted to be reminded of the girls they lost.

That was five years ago. Now the faculty and students at Sunnybrook High want to remember the lost cheerleaders. But for Monica, it’s not that easy. She just wants to forget. Only, Monica’s world is starting to unravel. There are the letters in her stepdad’s desk, an unearthed, years-old cell phone, a strange new friend at school. . . . Whatever happened five years ago isn’t over. Some people in town know more than they’re saying. And somehow Monica is at the center of it all.

There are no more cheerleaders in Sunnybrook, but that doesn’t mean anyone else is safe.” – Via 

Less by Andrew Sean Greer

“Arthur Less is a failed novelist about to turn fifty. A wedding invitation arrives in the post: it is from an ex-boyfriend of nine years who is engaged to someone else. Arthur can’t say yes — it would be too awkward; he can’t say no — it would look like defeat. So, he begins to accept the invitations on his desk to half-baked literary events around the world. From France to India, Germany to Japan, Arthur almost falls in love, almost falls to his death, and puts miles between him and the plight he refuses to face. Less is a novel about mishaps, misunderstandings and the depths of the human heart.” – Via

The Woman in the Window: A Novel by A.J. Finn

“Finn’s novel, released in January, introduces readers to Anna Fox, a traumatized child psychologist who never steps out of her home. Her husband and daughter moved out months ago, we don’t know why; she spends her days watching classic Hollywood thrillers, learning French and drinking endless glasses of Merlot. She also spies on the new neighbors who live across from her Brooklyn brownstone, the Russells. When she witnesses what she thinks is a murder of the wife, the monotony of her days are wildly interrupted. But can Anna—an over-medicated, agoraphobic alcoholic—be trusted?” – Via

Fly Me by Daniel Riley

GQ editor Daniel Riley’s new book Fly Me starts on the Fourth of July in the sleepy California town of Sela Del Mar. It’s 1972, a great time for Thomas Pynchon and a terrible time for airline stewardesses (the skyjacking epidemic was in full swing). Fly Me follows four residents of Sela—Suzy and her sister Grace, both stewardesses, Grace’s husband Mike, and a drug dealer named Billy—as their lives explode one by one. There’s narcotics-running, plane hijacking, sunshine, fast cars, and a rogue teacup pig.” – Via


And that’s all, folks. I’m closing my laptop, potentially for the last time before I BRING A CHILD INTO THE UNIVERSE… Oh fer goodness sake.

See you on the other side!


Currently Loving { 8.4.18 }

Happy Sunday, kiddos! Here comes a Tolstoy-sized brain dump of all my favorite things (99% design related). I’m trying to do a better job of delineating between work time and personal time (cuz I’ve noticed my brain actually stops working if I don’t give it a break)… and strangely, corralling all the things that blow up my shorts is how I decompress and simultaneously source for clients without it feeling like I’m working on the weekends. Go ahead and take a bathroom break now – and grab yourself a cocktail. It’s 2pm on Sunday – no one’s judging.

I would like to invite myself over to whosever’s house this football field-sized, most beautiful rug from Chairish landed in. It was from Orientalist Home, whose owner I met and became chummy with at Round Top this year. We nabbed this rug from him for #casasantabarbarainlasvegas.

All I ever wanted for every birthday and Christmas for the rest of my life is an antique-white-and-brass La Canche. I mean, wouldn’t everything you ever cooked on this just taste better?? I’d also take a La Cornue or an Ilve if you’re listening, Santa.

Might as well add this Zuhair Murad dress while we’re at it.

Um. Sko by Joe out of La Jolla makes some of the most beautiful pottery I’ve ever seen. Discovered him bc my girl Erika of South Harlow just opened a brick & mortar in Bird Rock and has a gaggle of his stuff on display. The 4 below are my faves. Would make such a great and unique (housewarming / wedding / anything) gift.

This entry is heaven. If I’d seen that rug first, ida FORM TACKLED someone for it. Prolly had Gus lift a leg on it too, just for good measure. Stunning. The door color and the rustic ceiling are also perfect with it. By Kate Marker Interiors.

OMG, these sconces. I die. They’re at the NoMad Hotel in LA. (First image via my friend Rhianna from Tidal Interiors.)

Behold, Marna. My new favorite textile. I think she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s the rosy hue, sure… but the chocolate grounds it, and the stripe + floral combo is the best part. I’m having her put on lampshades for my office, and also recovering a caned bench for a client with her.


Speaking of a growing little biz… I just moved into my office (and by that I mean, there are PILES and huge stacks of tile and fabric that need to be put on the shelves and organized. It looks like a scene from Labyrinth). And this pic of Jenna Lyons’ office makes me wanna make my desktop pink. It’s currently an old architect’s drafting table from the 50’s with a mint green top. Remind me to do an office post another day.

Great outfit (that’s stylist Lana Wilkinson). And those heels are magical.

They’re the Calvin Klein Kahlo Heels.

This Beata Heuman wallpaper is bananas. Dear Jesus, please let some client let me do this in their house. Amen.

I would like to go to there. Maybe have some porridge with Hansel & Gretel and knit a sweater out of sheep’s wool. via House & Garden UK.

These are so perfect. I’ll take 12.

So obsessed. It’s one of Rowe’s graded-in options and I am stage 5 clinger stalking them to get them to sell me the yardage only.

Also stalking the rep who posted this to figure out what that trim/tape is in the bottom left corner. Lead edge of drapery panels? Yes ma’am.

I can’t even with this Palm Drop wallpaper from Beata Heuman. The blue ground actually looks like the reflection of pool water. Sign a sister up.

Is it ever too early to plan for a Hawaiian vaycay in February? Capri Bellini top (I actually like the Capri Palua top better) // Capri Uno bottom (which is **actually** smaller than a Smurfy postage stamp). Where’s the Granny Panty version? Seriously. My 3-year old fanny couldn’t fit in that thing. Like, these would be more appropriate.

This one is also adorbs, but I can’t find it online anymore. It’s like the bathing suit version of Julia Roberts’ polka dot dress from Pretty Woman.

Another fave currently in my arsenal… Robert Kime’s Tashkent. It’s not new, but everything I love lately seems to be from his line.

I LOVE benches in this style – with the leather strappy situation happening. This one was done by the sweetest sweet pea of a designer friend, Vanessa of Studio Matsalla.

Also love this style via Shop TEOT. Currently doing it for my Charleston Beach House project.

SEH. Thinking I’m gonna take one of these bad boys

And upholster it with the Bolivian blanket I bought at Round Top from this dude (who was so nice, btw). COULD YOU DIE?! I just soiled my own drawers and broke my arm patting myself on the back.

Did I tell you I started making coffee table ottomans upholstered in antique rugs? It all started because poor sweet blind Gus kept running into the corners of the coffee table, and our hearts broke every. single. time. So I scouted a beat-to-h*ll antique oushak and had this guy made.

And then got a hankering to do more and started buying up rugs. This rug was so perfect when it arrived that I decided to keep it… #whoops.

But these two are almost finished – got these pics from my burly wood man who was perfecting the stain to a T on Friday. In love.

Remind me to stay on the hunt for pink opaline glassware. Eddie Ross is to gorgeous granny chic antiques like a damn moth to a flame. That man could find something fabulous in a hill of beans. BTW I can find these NO WHERE ON THE INTERWEBS.

I like to throw antique mirror onto all of the thingsrefrigerator doors, cabinet doors etc. But holy crap.. two claps for Tiffany Grayce Harris for thinking to do it ON THE RANGE HOOD. Who thinks of that???

Could I put this antique French sideboard in my house? That’d be great thanks. Saw this in a Mountain Living post.

Speaking of houses, I’ll take this one.

Gorge marble (look how they continued the veining PERFECTLY through the niche – that cannot be easy, fabricator folks) in Mandy Moore’s new house by Sarah Sherman Samuel.

Bosses.  Vintage Marine Pendants from Hudson Goods. Top brass ones are sold; but second copper + brasses still available.

Sconces from my homegirl Amie Corley’s (pronounced “AH-mee”) project are TO DIE. I’d ask the source but it’s **almost** not kosher to ask another designer where his/her stuff is from… some people get their panties all wadded in the name of trade secrets & such, so I try to respect peoples’ work. But sometimes something’s so rad you gotta (very politely) throw up a hail mary and ask em if they’re willing to share the source. I don’t do it often, but in times of desperation, I’ve had some VERY kind people help me out here & there over the years (Julia Buckingham when I was looking for a light fixture that was harder to find than the key to One Eyed Willie, the chick who owns Gathered Group when I couldn’t live without the mystery tramp art console, Lauren Bradshaw when I was jonesing for a sputnik light she’d used). And conversely, I just sent another designer gobs of deets on a tile I’m using that she wanted to know the source of. Also – notice that I mentioned like 9 million other designers in this post, because they’re all so talented and I toot horns when horns need tooting. Hey man.. we all get by with a little help from our friends, and there’s *always* enough biz for everyone. PLUS – (lemme hop on my soapbox for a quick sec) – I remember when I was a vendor rep and selling to the big design retailers in Chicago (e.g. Jayson Home & Garden), and it was amazing to see how they could all be buying from the same pool of vendors, and all use the products in completely different, super creative ways. No two shops ever looked the same. I tend to think it’s the same with designers. We all play in the same couple of sandboxes, but everyone curates things in their own unique way.


Y’all know I love HPF (Hot Power Fusion) at Corepower like a fat kid loves cake. It’s not quite Bikram… Bikram is 90 minutes long and too militant for my taste. Plus you repeat every move like 3 times (yawn). HPF is a heated Vinyasa class – think a flowy (almost meditative) hour of stretching & strengthening in 100 degree heat. It is my favorite, favorite thing… and sadly, there is no such thing as a Corepower in Crested Butte – not for a 4 hour radius – which means my pants are tighter than they were last year, and I’m a little nuttier cuz I don’t have it keeping me sane every morning. EXCEPT NOW (!!^$#%@!), Corepower has unlimited on demand classes for $20/month. Boom.

Next to nothing is prettier than a glossy lavender tile.

LOVING this pattern from Heather Chadduck. It’s so serene, so whimsical and so classic. We’re doing it in teal for Karrie’s nursery.

If you’re not watching my boyfriend’s new series, you’re missing out. I mean.. I would watch him watch paint dry, but the show is actually REALLY good. Chris and I watch it and take turns looking at each other and going: “OMG, I love him.” I can tell you that and not get busted because there’s no way in hockeysticks he reads Covet Living.

“Yellowstone” premieres Wednesday, June 20 on Paramount Network. Kevin Costner stars as John Dutton.


Are you kidding me with this bathroom? Amie Corley is one of my new fave designers to watch. She uses the prettiest saccharin-candy-colors and always perfects the mix of vintage + modern, of whimsy & restraint.

If anybody needs me, I’ll be trying out this Lime Grapefruit Basil Gin recipe tonight.

Where do I get these?  They’re 1 part Carrie Bradshaw and 1 part 80’s which = perfection.

Surely I’ve blogged about this before, but a brass farmhouse sink?? File away as my favorite sink in the history of ever.

In love. From Famosa Tile.

Love me some naked lady wallpaper! I’m sure I’ve posted about this before. Via Nicky Rising.

Also, I’d hang these Elizabeth Stuart Design pendants in a room with that wallpaper. The end.

Get a loaduh this muffin and tell me your uterus didn’t just explode.

Never gets old.

This dining table from McGuire is to die for.

HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THIS YET? I loved it. The first 10 minutes / intro will have you so gooey and nostalgic on the inside you won’t know what to do with yourself.

If you’re in the market for a beautiful vintage ring, Mae Jean vintage has so many goodies.

OMG YES. A giant lightbulb went off in my head when I read this. Because what does it really mean when you’re late?? …it almost means you feel like your time is more important than someone else’s. Implementing this asap (also, going to try to start being on time for everything).

While we’re talking about epiphanies: I had another one a little while ago when I was running around trying to do 9,000 things at once and getting all sorts of p*ssy like I was SEH important (and it was sucking the joy out of what I was doing, and worse yet, *for a second* I resembled someone I once learned a TON from – including the kind of business owner I did not necessarily want to become)… and I realized that it was ALL on me: if things were that nutty, it was because I’d either taken on too much or just needed to be better organized. And that there was never a reason to be such a crazy person. That nipped that.

Cute outfit.

My idea of camping. I’ll take this… or just a simple Airstream. #affluenza

‘Tis the season for roughin it in the outdoors in Colorado, and a few weeks ago when I posted the pic below of us on an excursion, one of my besties texted me and said: “Wait, you’re like, really camping? Is there a hotel nearby if you change your mind?” – bahahhahahaha.

Freshly obsessed with everything from The Bee and the Fox.  Maybe I’m late to the game, but just ordered this tee:

the bee & the fox

And love this one for all you Mamas out there.  I know this shirt has circulated, but I haven’t seen it in this color. Also love the sleeve detail. Oh who am I kidding – I ordered this one too, because I am Gus’ mama.

One of the least ugly things I’ve ever seen.

If you’re one of my designer buddies, you’re about to nod with me in unison when I say I’m kiiiiiiinda snoozing over just about everything I see on the inter-webs… you know, the trends circulating Pinterest that have been done more times than mother-loving Debbie Does Dallas, and that will be tired in 10 minutes (I could write a whole post on this… if I see one more grey wall, grey cabinet or the same white-and-black cement tile pattern, my eyeballs will start bleeding). Some things are super cool and worth repeating; I get that. But why do people hire a designer?? To do something for them that’s a little more special, and something they love but that they couldn’t envision on their own. At least that’s why I would hire one if it were me. I make a point to try and get outta the box for every client’s every nook and cranny, and sometimes that just means using a regular ‘ol something in a fresh way… like the time Pierce & Ward (my girl crushes and my favorite designers) used what looks like a 2″ hex and a penny mosaic on a fireplace, and my brain exploded.

PS this is Louisa, one half of P&W. Tell me you aren’t jonesing after her outfit, her rose gold velvet sofa, and wanting to be besties with her cuz she’s the coolest girl in school. PPS they’re currently renovating Kate Hudson’s house.

Also love the way this designer used a marble hex up the bathroom wall in this Malibu Farmhouse. It’s a little unexpected – especially with the juxtaposition of the uber mod little pop sconce – but still feels timeless. (ps source unknown – if you know the designer please lmk so I can give them props.)  PS: I usually get hex tile from The Builder Depot.  Sconce similar to shown at Urban Electric and a less $ version on Etsy.

The prettiest over the shoulder boulder holder + britches combo I ever saw. Not that my pilled nude one isn’t cutting the mustard.

Love the lines on this little breakfast table from CFC. Almost ordered it for my new office (but decided to recycle and refinish one I had).

LITERALLY dying over this sapphire cement tile from Amethyst Artisan (whom I just started ordering from and love). It’s out of stock an takes something like 6 months to make, but I have it on tap for a build I’m doing here in Crested Butte.

Also, this from Jatana for that same project.

And this from Ann Sacks. I get all sorts of tickled when I see gorgeous tile (or anything) that I haven’t seen 9 zillion times. Do I need to do a separate post on tile? Yeah probably.

OMG, my life has been saved – Matteo makes a duvet out of the same thermal material as my baby blanket – affectionately named “pinkie binkie” and currently resembling a disintegrating dishrag. I cannot sleep without it. #thisis37

This kitchen by McAlpine House. The cabinet color has been all the rage the last few years, but for good reason: it’s a healthy amount of pigment without being nutty or tricky to commit to, and it looks amazing with all other finishes and metals. What I love most about this space is that everything you see is a *little* more unique than usual: they did open shelves, but instead of floating, they look like they’re hanging from the ceiling (and with the brass rods – I die). The hood looks like it’s tiled, which is a fun trick in and of itself, but it’s also finished with a slim piece of what looks like either brass or a light oak. Don’t even get me started on the Italian range. And, doing waterfall countertops isn’t really in my repertoire, but they made this one look real good. Add a rug for warmth, a good metal mix and probably the cutest family ever and you’ve got a winner. Everything is perfection.


OMG are you exhausted?? Did your brain just explode? Cuz mine did. HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR WEEKEND!!! If there are any credits missing, I’ll add them later. CD is burning a hole in the back of my head with his eyeballs cuz we were supposed to go on a hike 2 hours ago. #whoooooops