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Faves from #HPMKT

High Point Market was a few weeks back, which – for those of you who aren’t familiar – is kinda like New York Fashion Week for Interior Design.  It’s where new shiny new sources of inspiration are found and new lines of luscious furniture, textiles and goodness are launched, which is SUPER exciting for design folk, because after awhile, you see the saaaaaaaaame revolving door of stuff and everybody does one big collective yawn.  High Point is where famous designers like Kelly Wearstler and Thom Filicia walk the halls of Interhall and hob-nob with the muggles.  It’s like a sea of swirly twirly gumdrops and parties and design porn.  Let’s set the stage first, cuz some of the prettiest things I saw were just part of the backdrop:

With a white tee and jeans and black suede stilettos (???)  WHAT.

Again.  Yum.

Love what’s on the floor, love what’s on her feet.

More pics of this vignette popped up than Heinz has pickles, but duh.  Look at it.

Lemon trees and lanterns and white, oh my!

Not sure what he was doing there, but I love him.

Prettiest bouquet I ever did see.

I didn’t make it to #hpmkt this time, but I did live living vicariously through everyone who was there via Instagram… just stalking my face off and style spotting from my sofa in San Diego while I watched TNT weekend movies and ate Skinny Pop. It was like watching the prom or TV or something.  Anyway… the Instafeed was aflutter with about 35k posts; I sifted through a few and picked my faves:

HO-LY HEAVEN at Mr. Brown.  Get in my house.  Now.

How fun are these chairs at Lee Industries??  Also.  The English Room is a sah-weet blog if you aren’t already following.  Holly has a great eye.  In the black hole that was the #hpmkt hashtag of posts, so many of the ones I ended up clicking on ended up being hers.  PS: Karrie, these look like you.

Celerie Kemble did a line of wooden floor tiles for Mirth Studio (this is pattern: Folly).  Love.  Just head over to their website, snoop around, then wipe.

The chambray gray duvet and shams with the tattered ruffle on this bed are divine. Is Pom Pom at Home like Matteo meets Shabby Chic??

How swank is this little lamp for a bachelorette pad?  It’s Kelly Wearstler for Visual Comfort… she launched her lighting line with them this market, and it blew up peoples’ shorts the world over.  There were more grinning design folk getting their picture with Kelly Wearstler than there will be kiddies in Santa’s lap this year.

Table from Mr. Brown Home – love the detail:

I love this wall color…  and I especially love it next to lucite and light (is that burl wood?) and rattan and gold.  Why does something about it remind me of Angie Hranowsky?

I was surprised to see some artwork I gasped at.  Like this Rothko-esque number.  I think it is by far *the* hardest thing to shop for.

Similar to the Goodman Pendant from VC (a super fave), but the chain on this one is different so I’m not sure of the source…  the Instagrammer says it can be “done in any Benjamin Moore color.”  I’ll let you know when I track ‘er down.

About 999 people snapped shots of this little ditty by Worlds Away, and for good reason.  I love the grain detail, the hardware, and the fact that it looks like if I ran my hand across it, it would feel like buttah.  It feels equal parts feminine and masculine and equal parts modern and vintage to me, which renders it uber versatile.  I feel like I could flip on Mad Men and see a pair of these chests perched as Don & Betty Draper’s nightstands.

Speaking of buttah…  look at that ottoman.  Sweet Jesus.  Everything Erinn V. always feels pristine and unique to me, so this is no surprise.

Did I just die and go to lilac heaven?

This bad boy (the Hanley) from Arteriors looks like a different animal hung up & lit up than it does on the website.  How fun (??#$%!) for a closet / dressing room or a powder bath?  Or an entry?  BANG.

This Quadrille wallpaper never gets old to me.  Ever.

There are Indian ring stools errr-where, but never have I ever seen one in this indiscernible, bluish-grey hue. It’s perfect.

Last but not least, could we please talk about Ro Sham Beaux?  GYAH, do they ever do wrong?  So whimsical.  And so candy necklace-like.

That last one there my insanely talented boss-lady – Kristin – spotted.  I’ve never seen them do a beaded guy in that color before.  #nomnomnom

Here’s my takeaway from stalking the #hpmkt feed: it’s not just a great source of inspiration and a way to see all the new goodies that just hit the streets…  it’s also a great way to find new people to follow, and to see who and what inspires you.  I definitely found myself “liking” the same peoples’ insta-posts, over and over again.  Some I knew (Meredith Heron, Holly Phillips from the English Room) and some were new to me, but whoever they were, I was picking up what they were putting down.  It’s interesting how people curate things, what their eye catches and what stands out to them in a sea of possibilities.  I have the same fascination with watching what the people ahead of / behind me at the grocery store are buying.  I look at all the items in their cart and size up their life.  My point is, what people deem beautiful and important is a window into their style and into their life, and it’s fun to watch.

What were your guys’ favorites??  What did I miss?  Post links to your faves in the comments section!!


Well hello, California.

Hey kids!!  It’s been a minute, huh?  #whoops.  Wait, before we start, go ahead and hit play on this sucker so we can getcher mind right:

K.  I kinda don’t know where to start!  I think the last time I blogged was back in 1847 when I was shoving out of the deep dark hole that became my life in Columbus – behind the wheel of a 27 ft. U-Haul.  Since then, I spent some QT with my parents in the homeland, hammered a lifetime supply of Pizza King, then threw Gus in the car and drove across the country…  which was surprisingly not awful.  If I hadn’t had books on tape, I might’ve thrown myself through a plate-glass window, but other than that, the trek that took 4 days and 38 hours was peppered with old friends, tumbleweeds and cacti, a peaceful sort of solitude and a million things I’d never seen before.  It went something like this:

All packed up, thanks to my Dad, who packed 900 pounds of my $#*t into a 2 pound bag – or UHaul trailer – with scientific precision.  Stevie B is a wizard.

My navigator is ready to roll!

Illinois and Missouri were dismal, so I couldn’t show you any pictures that wouldn’t make you want to punch yourself in the face.  Then came Kansas…  THIS is everything you ever needed to know about Kansas.  The end.

Gus thought it was a snore too.

Never have I ever been more excited to get the flip out of Kansas and cross the border into Colorado.  I remember driving on the flat, yawn-tastic road that I thought would NE-VER end, and then the hills started getting rolly, and I literally went over one and (GASP!) – there were massive, majestic Rocky mountains in my face.  I stayed in Denver that night, where an old family friend put me up and fed me homemade lasagna and sang me Happy Birthday.  It was divine.

I had glorious plans of driving west from Denver through the mountains to Salt Lake to see another old friend – and that drive allegedly boasts some of the most beautiful scenery on this side of the Mississippi, but I wasn’t sure that hauling a U-Haul trailer through steep, winding mountains packed with ice was wise.  So, we audibled south through New Mexico…

…which *literally* made me feel like I was on the set of No Country for Old Men, and Havier Bardem was about to come out from behind a prickly bush and waste me with an oozie.  It was real creepy there for awhile.  And by awhile I mean like, 600 miles.

And then it got REALLY pretty after Albequerque.

Arizona was stunning…  especially at sunrise while I was sipping hot coffee and listening to John Denver.  It was like a little slice of desert road tripping heaven.

There were about 9 million Hopi Indian roadside markets that I would’ve given my left nut to have stopped at, if not for the fact that I was pulling what felt like the Titanic behind my car and on my 9 millionth hour of driving.

Plus, by Day 4, my favorite co-pilot was losing steam.

Day 4 was also my birthday…  heeeeeey.  I’m still not totally on board with selfies, but we took one that day to commemorate – somewhere along Route 66.

Rolling into Cali was REAL fun, and it was around then that I started to get a little tickle in my shorts.

FINALLY, we made it to San Diego.

When I turned the key and walked into our new (dark, empty) place, I could not possibly have anticipated the overwhelming wave of sadness and “oh $#*%, what just happened to my life?” feeling that hit.  Like a ton of bricks.  I don’t know if I’ve ever felt quite that alone before. But then, one of my new roommates came home, helped me unload the entire U-Haul at 8:00 at night, and took me to In & Out Burger.  That 900 calorie burger + the kindness of a relative stranger was soothing to my crippled little soul…

Also soothing were the next several days, which were filled with trips to the Del Mar dog beach to let my little nugget play in the ocean…

…A trip to LA for my birthday weekend to see Karrie…  who greeted me at the door with a glass of champagne, had Velveeta on the stove, and also had this birthday basket on my bed.  I mean…  she’s a total slampig, but she’s also the most gracious, generous friend, and never expects anything in return.  I mean, look at that.  An Hervé Leger dress from RTR, a hydrangea plant for my new yard, the new Domino, an extra box of Velveeta, and a new book??  I can’t take it.

We did my birthday dinner at Gjelina with a fab group of girls.  And if you haven’t had the Butterscotch Pot de Crack Crème there, then you haven’t lived.

Karrie and I made our Uber driver on the way home super sorry he ever picked us up.  #whoops

We also did a long canyon hike one day, and I almost had 17 heart attacks every time GusGus got too close to the edge.

What else…  after a few days in Santa Monica, my right hand man & I came back to SD to get settled before I started my new job.  Did I tell you I moved in with two boys?  Yeah.  We’ll just call my new digs “The Frat House.”  And at the frat house, I did a little tjuz-ing:

…And planted a mini-potted garden outside with the essentials:  basil, a lemon tree, a jalapeño plant, and Karrie’s hydrangea bush.  It’s not the luscious jungle that we planted last year in our Ferngully of a backyard, but hey.  Shit happens and this works just fine.

On that note, there were a lot of heavy sighs while I unpacked the contents of the beautiful house (and life) that I loved so much…  followed by yanking up my big girl pants and pressing on.  The past few months have been surreal, to say the least… and what happened has been the biggest and most unwelcome lesson I never wanted to learn and the hardest thing I’ve ever done.  But moving here was 100% the right thing, and I know that now…  I knew it before, but it’s finally starting to feel like the right thing, too.  We’re finally settling in and it’s starting to feel like home.  Sorta.

PS:  Check out that stunning, embroidered John Robshaw Jammu bolster pillow that Karrie and Melissa bought me for my birthday.  I cried.  Partly because it was so overwhelmingly kind, and partly because it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… in all its pink grapefruit and pea green glory.  Gus also thinks it doesn’t suck.

San Diego is a gorgeous place.  People told me before I moved here that the weather is perfect, and it is indeed PERFECTION.  Cool mornings and nights which means you always sleep with the windows open, and warm, sunny days, EVERY SINGLE DAY… and nice people!  I’m talking in rush hour traffic, they let you in and smile and wave. Never have I ever.

You know what else is REAL fun??  My new JOB.  Ehhhh mah GAH why did I wait so long to bust into the design field?  I went to work as Kristin’s assistant at Anne Rae Design.  Here’s my new boss lady:

You can call her Kristin…  or Anne Rae…  or Nado (tornado), which is what I call her. She keeps introducing me as her “Co-Pilot,” which is insanely gracious and also insanely inaccurate, seeing as how she’s a bonafide, super bad ass designer, and I’m a babbling design enthusiast with a blog just trying to learn the ropes.  But that should tell you something about the kind of person she is.  I met Kristin through Karrie years ago – she’s a fellow Midwesterner and an MSU Design School grad who had an overflowing plate fulla business and needed a hand (or five).  She could’ve hired 1000 people more qualified than I am, but she took a chance on me, and I will be forever grateful to her for that.  In other news, look how cute our office is (!)  Or, a sliver of it.

We just moved into it last week, but we’re getting ready to hang this chandy and window treatments in that fabric.  I die.

And here are snippets of a few projects we’re working on…  one is for a lovely lady who loves all things Tuscan, so we’re giving her Tuscany with a modern, sophisticated twist:

Another is a handsome man cave that we’re calling the “Out of Africa” room.  This shot of fabrics scarcely does it justice…  picture grasscloth on the walls, tufted leather chairs, and a sliding barn door to the bar (all Kristin’s genius work).  And among other things, an oversized ottoman in that Grey Poupon Mustard-colored mohair velvet from Schumacher, which makes me let out a little pee every time I touch it.  It’s luscious.

And on that note, this is the longest post EVER and I’m sure everyone needs a bathroom break.  Hope you guys are having a great weekend (!) and now that I’m settled in and Karrie’s wet her whistle and blogged for the 1st time this year, we should be posting a lot more fun stuff a lot more often.  Holler.