As a card-carrying, omg-i’m-still-devastated-they’re-really-over child of the 80’s, I keep their soundtrack on a pretty heavy rotation… in all its blue collar, jorts-tastic glory. Maybe it’s because all of that music reminds me of being a kid in our happy little working-man’s hometown (?)
When Karrie and I were in Palm Springs this Memorial Day, we had the Steve Winwood Pandora station blaring at the pool all weekend and it was GLORIOUS. Anyhow… “Roll with It” came on my Spotify the other day, and I got so stoked that I sought out all the long-lost “OMG I **LOVE** THIS SONG” songs on this list. They’re like the cousins of the more mainstream ones I usually listen to, and there are several in this bunch I’m not sure that I’ve heard – oh – since I looked like this… circa no teeth and giant underpants.
And since my cousins and my cousins’ hair looked like this.
And since my Mom (on the left) and Aunt Lou were getting jiggy on the weekends.
This mix reminds me of everything in tawny shades of orange and mossy green… of sifting through my mom’s jewelry box which I thought was like One-Eyed Willie’s treasure chest… of every family cookout with potato salads and burgers on the grill… of the sound of my relatives’ cackling with deep-throated smokers coughs… and dirty, grubby hands of happy heathen children running around the yard catching lightning bugs. In jellies.
Be honest. When was the last time you thought about Glenn Frey? Or listened to anything from the Beaches soundtrack? …you’re welcome. Link to Spotify playlist is HERE.
What’s uuuuupppppppp you GUYS!? Ahhhh Steph here. I’m having blogging withdrawals and – like everyone else – trying to figure out how to $&^@@ balance everything. (I totally haven’t figured it out yet)… I’m all about stopping the glorification of busy (because we’re ALL seh. biz-ay. – and I can’t even step to peeps with little chickens in diapers – so when I start complaining about being busy I seriously want to slap myself in the face à la JJ from Kaitlyn’s season)… but seriously – this happened last week. Trying to brush my teeth in the car (whoops) and running around so fast I dropped an ink pen on my fresh & clean clean white blouse. Sigh.
The point is, what I have noticed about not blogging for long periods of time is that my head gets jumbled with 9 zillion things I wanna post about, and then I get overwhelmed and either dump it all in one post (who has time to read that?), or don’t post at all (sad face). And that’s no bueno, because in the 5-1/2 years (holy crap) since we started blogging – I have come to realize my little soul needs exercise (in the form of writing) the same way my physical self needs exercise. SEH. Even if it’s a Lunchables-esque post like this one, imma squeeze it in. Because I see SO MUCH COOL STUFF all the time that it’s a shame not to share. Fab 5, anyone?
1. CHAIR LOVE. If these little thrones don’t inspire you to be fearless with color and pattern, I don’t know what will. This first one freaking slays me… it’s an antique recovered in Pierre Frey’s “Arty”. I cannot even.
This one from Kate Spade’s new furniture line is also 2 Legit 2 Quit.
And this situation from Tharon Anderson Design. Bravo!
Sorry can’t stop won’t stop with the chairs. I ran across THESE in a vintage issue of Domino I was reading at the beach the other day. I’m thinking of house-stalking whomever’s house this is and knocking on the door and asking if they still want them, because I think I need um. I’m in Malibu a lot – I can totally swing it.
2. THE CUTEST LITTLE LAMP I EVER DID SEE… aka the Lana Lamp from Arteriors, which I ran across yesterday at the ARD while sourcing buffet / candlestick lamps for a client. Most of which are a real snooze, but this one has pizzazz.
I also bought these bad boys from Goodwill last weekend for pocket change – they’re bulky BUT they’re not that wide – less than 12″ – so they fit on most skinny pieces of furniture, like entry consoles & dining buffets. Thinking about changing up the base color, but overall I loves.
3. BOHO FEST 2.0 PREVIEW: Speaking of Goodwill, Hopes and I did a quick excursion to a few thrift & consignment shops this weekend because we’re hosting a darker, moodier version of Boho Flower Fest tomorrow for our friend Lilly’s birthday… and this is the jam we’re working with. Hope scored those Kelly Wearstler-esque place settings for less than $40, we collected the brass candlesticks to add to my lucite collection, runner is existing and that Agate in Ebony fabric would’ve been to die for if we’d had time to order some pillows er somethin. But you get the idea:
4. JE LOVE THIS TOTE. And should probably invest in one for Trader Joe’s runs so I stop using plastic. It’s called the “Every Mother Counts” tote – an organization founded by timeless beaut Christy Turlington to promote global maternal health.
5. THE PRETTIEST TILE, EVER. This is my longtime fave in a different color way. Seeing it was like seeing your favorite celebrity crush in person.
(all-time fave, via House Beautiful years ago)
These bad boys are from Mosaic House, and about a billion dollars, but a girl can dream. I mean. Look at this whole showa done in their tile:
6. TARGET FINDS! I totally lied cuz I have 6 things. My good friend Hope (fellow designer and Boho-flower-fest-co-planner) has an amazing sense of style (a bit edgier than mine – with a 70’s twist) and an even more amazing eye for deals. She posted these Target finds on her Instagram the other day and they’re SPOT ON. {Note: Those faux bois plates are amazing in person, and I’m about to run and get that little round side table.}
And I pimp my fellow peoples out, because this is so so so true. Is there even another way?? PS: What up Betsy Bracken! Karrie’s SUPER PUMPED about your Christmas party again this year. The one where she almost walked out with those amazing throw blankets thinking they were party favors. BWhajkfhdksahjkfdhjkahjkahhahaa. #wellbeinvitedbacknever
7. Pants on Fire – swear this is my last thing. Do yourself a favor and PLAY THIS ON REPEAT today, as loud as you can. I almost peed myself when it came on yesterday at work. I dare you to try not to be happy and singing at the top of your tone-deaf lungs while it’s playing.
