I Need Me One of These

An initial letterpress necklace in brass.

 

 My Mother's Day

Tomorrow's Church Dress

You know when you are in a touristy part of a town and you walk into that store that sells mugs, snow globes and t shirts? Well, Sometimes those t shirts are so bloody funny... But as a respectable woman or man or parent or adult, you can't go around wearing some of them.  Last week when I was in New Jersey I found these... And I have to say... I did crack a smile.

 Next...

I don't care for this room. It would be fine... not great, but fine if it weren't for the desperate wall art. I can see what they were going for here. Unpredictable, boisterous, zestful and perhaps even hip. When I look at this room, I see atypical boilerplate unexceptional. Apart from the first mistake, the wall art, the matching lamps and sofa are trying to hard.

I love the rug, and in the correct setting, I would love the lamps and pillows, too. I also adore the table. But together I see one big expected mess of a room. 

I Can't Live
 With or Without You

I love any version of white rooms. There is something so honest and pure about them... So refreshing and uncomplicated. From minimalistic to shabby chic. I'll take it. White walls, off white floors, cream sofas and rugs. Throw in a walnut, ebony or bleached wood and a little sparkle of metallics or crystal and you just made yourself one stunningly dapper room.

 Just one wee problem. It's not practical for a family with four sets of junior sized patties getting smudges all over everything. I feel like I am wiping up finger prints all day long. It's almost enough to make me want to get out my beige paint, vandyke brown glaze and a rag so I can faux finish these walls and put an end to the fingerprint madness once and for all! ...Almost. Then I pull myself out of 2002 and think... Oh! off whites, whites and creams are so beautiful. They set such a calming backdrop to a day full of  lively activity. They also provides such a great base to decorate around. I love seeing gold, silver and black frames set against a soft white. I also quite enjoy bright splashes of color contrasting the the cleanliness of the whites. A very favorite look of mine is when I get to see several different shades of white in all kinds of different textures. Mmm...Something so luxuries about that. I could get lost in a room filled with several textural whites... That is until I spot the chocolate pudding hand print on my crisp white wall.Or the popsicle stain on my bright white kitchen cabinets. Then I have to remind myself...Oh yeah, dang it, I have children! I start to consider this non color look may not be for me. And that my dear readers, is where my problem lies. I don't want any other look. I only want my whites...with splashes of blacks and greens and blues and pinks... I guess I can finally relate to Bono... And all this time I thought he was talking about a woman.

                   

   

 These  Words

                       

The only thing better than being a mom
is being a mom four times.

 

 Seven months pregnant. I love being with child. 

I have to say it's when I am happiest.

One of the four most amazing things I have ever been apart of.

 

 

Tomorrow's Church Dress

Mother's Day Edition

Really?

My original intention was  to do a post on Helena Christensen's beautiful Manhattan apartment... Which is so so beautiful. It was featured in Vogue a while ago and I never got around to posting it. While looking up her apartment, I came across something extremely disturbing, that  makes me think... Really?

Here is her main living space. Lovely, isn't it? Those doors... That sofa... Those Floors...

You can see more of her beautiful New York apartment here

Now we can move on to my new focus for today.

This headline:

It's a Wicked Shame: 

Helena Christensen is unrecognizable without her make-up

The model looked tired and plain in a loose black dress and a pair of thick glasses. And her skin looked oddly red as she took a walk in Manhattan, hiding her hair underneath a hat.

(and then it has this picture below it)

Horrifying, isn't it? She's got a lot of nerve going out like this.

Although Ms. Christensen has always been my very favorite supermodel, I am completely unbiased when I say YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING! First things first, It has always bothered me when Hollywood tries to make a beautiful woman ugly by putting glasses on her and pulling her hair back. Sorry to disappoint the worldliness world of Hollywood... You can't make pretty, ugly. (Barring extremities like Charlize Theron in Monster.) A beautiful woman is beautiful because of her face. Not the make up she wears or the way her hair is done. The clothing has nothing to do with it. Nor does the fact that she is or isn't wearing glasses. These are all just enhancements... but none are deciding factors in a woman's physical beauty.

This headline makes me furious for so many reasons. Did the genius reporter who wrote this piece expect her to look like the twenty four year old Victoria Secret model forever? And even if she did... Which she totally does, would he expect her to look like she just came from the cover of Vogue every single day? "Tired and Plain"?  What if she is tired? Is she not allowed to leave her house being tired? "Her skin looked oddly red"? Really??? I think her skin looks flawless. And if it was red, is she not allowed to have a sunburn? My next thought is... Because we have seen her all dolled up with three hours worth of make up and hair, is everything else down hill from there? So because one time I decided to spend time on my make up and hair, I am completely unacceptable to everyone if I go without it from here on out? Seriously, I'm baffled. She seems to be just fine with how she looks right here... and I think ninety seven percent of the women in the world would be in heaven if they could look half this good.

This article doesn't specify whether or not this reporter is a man or a woman. If a man, I feel very bad for his significant other. If a woman wrote this piece, number one, Shame on you. Number two, we as the public better not ever see you outside your home if you are tired or not made up or if you have been in the sun.

And my last question is the obvious one... If she is so unrecognizable, how did you know it was her?

     

 Not Only Does This Photo Give Me The Willies...

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It validates everything I have ever said about cats.

  Nightmare City.

A Favorite Look of Mine

By Lyndsey Ercanbrack

 A timeless look that brings class and sophistication to any space.

Light walls, white trim and black doors. 

Let them be gloss or matte. Let them be old or new. 

Let them be contemporary or traditional.

Just let them be glorious.

Saving the best for last. This room is Daryl Carter's very own living room.