Bonjour, Weeeeekend!

It's absolutely brilliant outside, and I just found out I get to leave work at noon! Plus, I'm meeting Caroline for lunch at The Counter....going for a run...maybe checking out the Anthropologie sale section...basking like a cat in the sunshine...starting a new crafty project...probably heading to Jazz in the Garden...and getting ready for a glorious Memorial Day weekend. BONUS: I get to work from home on Tuesday!!

Go outside and get you some of this...

...a sweet southern breeze 

... a hydrangea buzz

... a long and lazy brunch

...an afternoon delight

...and a little present for you from me

Come run with me, the best is yet to be...

The Old College Try

So I've been feeling kind of 'meh' with this blog lately. I mean, I have a million beautiful images stored up, a thousand dreamy rooms I want to share, and I just can't seem to find my mojo. Ok, so I've been dealing with a lot of bullshit and simultaneously going on many a gorgeous getaway. Good for me. But--this blog has gone rouge. It's getting a little ridiculous. Maybe because I feel like everything I post gets stolen and posted *ahem* elsewhere, copy-cat style, I feel like 'eff it'. If someone wants to live my life, go for it! I don't blame ya.

But in the meantime, I wanna get back to some fucking beautiful rooms, emo poetry, and occasional random posts. Huzzah!

Peep.this.

I'm all for bright colors, but there's something about this melon-colored goodness and the old-school silhouette that really get my teeth chattering. Plus, I love the Ikea lamp pendant thingies that have been painted turquoise. Thank you for that.

So, this weekend, I toured the most fabulous house in all of DC, complete with rooftop deck, transom windows, and skylights galore!! I died. And I imagine these boots chillen at the entryway.



Speaking of Deli, we're on the hunt for the perfect desk. I want it long, hard, thick, and heavy. Who wouldn't? We're gonna paint it with goopy goodness and make it the most magical desk in all  the land!



Simplest.headboard.evah.

love.



See, a iMac makes everything better. Plus, squares of wallpaper hung willy-nilly make for delicious scenery, yessir.

All right all right all right all right. I know this is an Urban Barfitters couch. But I want to love it. I want to touch it. I could cat nap on this piece until the end of time! The rest of the room...well...we'll get there.

Giant mirror? Squishy couch? Lemongrass paint? Orchids orchids? STRIPES? I think we're done here.

Ok. I'm getting my shit together. Well, today at least. Tomorrow--can't make no promises.

It's Thursday, it's Thursday, gotta get down on Thursday! Plus, woke up with this in my head, so you know I'm feelin' right.

Oh Balls.

Easy peasy ball jar holder.

Lovely glass cabinets + awesome sink.

Good day, sunshine, and hello patterned chair.

Room love all around. Ok, maybe minus the black couch. Blech.

It's that time of year again....stripes!

Feeling sick-ish. Popping Vitamin C with all my might, chugging Thera-Flu, stocking up on tissues, and choking down chicken soup (and maybe some Doritos, shhh) while visions of sun and sand dance in my head.

In the Bedroom...

While I'm sure many of you fine and fabulous people spent your Valentine's wrapped up in a sea of sappy love sickness, I don't care. If I had my choice, this is where I would spend my next free weekend...burrowing deep under the covers of these delicious gems.

Ok. I'm really into this mirrored shit. I don't care if it's trendy of gaudy or whatever. I think it's sweet, and lord knows I've never met a mirror I didn't like.

So. This is very white. Like, compulsively white. It makes me want to whip my hair back n forth with paint on the ends to splash things up and drip some color onto this palette. However, I'm digging the super low, bed-on-the-floor look. It's just asking to have a Sunday crossword completed in its nest.

First off, I am automatically jealous of anyone living in a loft, much less a loft with exposed brick and chipping paint. Nothing says love like potential lead poisoning. Nothing.



This is J-Lo's bedroom. It almost makes up for the 98% skank vibes she puts out. I die for that light fixture. I pine for the flesh-colored, rosy walls. I want some GD lucite in my life! Damn you, Jenny. If this is what your block is like, sign me up.

My fav fabric, minus the color. This is what I would upholster my chairs with in my dream world.

My thoughts...exactly.



Happy Tuesday, hoebags. My face is feeling luscious post-indulgent facial and the angels are singing.

P.S. Speaking of angels...potential Holla Back DC! alert in my very office:

Get in the elevator. Hit L. Go down one flight. Two guys from my work get in, both old/decrepit--go figure. They push the button for P3. We ride down the elevator, them chatting, me ignoring. Arrive to the lobby and they realize they've pushed the wrong button. As I get off the elevator, one of them says, "Well, we forgot to push the right level--looks like we were distracted by the angel in the elevator with us! Couldn't get over what we saw! Did you see that? Bahahaha!"

Kill me. Angel of death if you look at me again, mofos.

That is all.

Golden Slumbers + More

All this gloomy blah blah weather has got me in my usual January funk...I'm craving warm, delicious colors and bright yellows...golden hues and hints of glittery goodness. I guess the good thing is I'm not in the beloved (but frigid) Blacksburg, where I truly would be freezing my arse off.

This weekend I have the following (potential) plans:

- Go to Eastern Market and snoop around their thrifty/flea things

- Pop my RCC cherry and take a dip at the indoor pool

- Sand  my little pink table that I picked up at the Y last year and paint it some sort of tealy, greenish, seafomy color.

Sounds good to me! In the meantime, I will continue to stare at these cozy photos...summoning the sun one blog post at a time.

An upholstered desk chair = butt heaven.

This bed is so super cute I can't stand it. It started out an old blah boring white, and now look how fab it is! Perfect for lounging on weekends and snuggling with a cat. Or three cats. Meow.

My favorite part about this room is that it's teeny tiny but still fabulous. Literally a bed room. Holla to the matching bedside tables and sweet-as-punch polka dot headboard.

This house reminds me of a luxe country cottage/mansion somewhere where I should probs be living. Wallpaper, armoire, Burberry-eque jacket, green ploppy chair, hardwoods--done and done.

Introducing the most terrifyingly awesome wine cellar that ever existed!!! It's like walking into wine hell/heaven! Mega creepy, but pretty much to die for.

And finally....ready for Spring already. So. Ready. 

Freezing,

Hannah

Oh, HoJo, You Had Us At Hello...

So last weekend I went down to the great state of North Cack-a-lacky with my awesome and amazing coffee house loves, Eileen and Julianne. I'm obsessed with these girls. On Thursday, I had the day off (whoop whoop!) so I drove down to Fredvegas where I picked up my girl Eileen.

--On the way, my belief that Stafford County is actually a piece of trash was strengthened as I drove down the highway next to a truck full of idiot rednecks who tried to run me off the road...for miles. I sped up, I slowed down, I flipped birds, and finally I picked up my phone to call the Po. I guess homeboys didn't like what they saw because they sped up and got off at the next exit. Seriously. Get some class, assholes. But I digress.--

 So Eileen and I hit the road to the glorious land of Blacksburg where I meet up with the one and only fabulous Julianne who now lives in the cutest blue house evah, just a hop, skip, jump from my old Tiny House. It was bittersweet to be back because I love the 'burg but I know I'd be annoyed as hell if I still lived there.

Anyway. Drank some beer from J's kegerator. Chilled w/Owsley/Pockets/Mason/Mason's Dad. Made some random squash/mushroom concoction. Picked up E and went to Mill Mountain. Realized their products are shitty nasty burned crap...but I drank it nonetheless. Hit up the Rivermill for some cheap beer and graffiti memories. Crashed at Casa de Alwang. Woke up at the butt crack to start our journey to Asheville (but first, made a pit stop back at Mill Mountain to mooch free food/beverages compliments of U.S. Cellular...bawmm).

So we drove to Asheville. Looked around, shopped cute stores, watched J spend money in every shop we entered, and finally hit up our luxurious abode, the Asheville Howard Johnson (rated 2.8 on the customer satisfaction scale!!).

Enter HoJo.

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There was a stray cat to welcome us.

Let's just say the ol' HoJo left us feeling safe, warm, and...itchy/creeped out by the cigarette burns in the "comforters." Whatevs, for $40, I'll take anything hollaa...

After dropping our stuff we: went back out for more retail therapy; ate doughy pretzels at Mellow Mushroom on the cheap with our 15% coupon; contemplated buying Uggs and Doc Martens; and mastered the art of the parallel park.

We also visited the Mast General Store where E found candy and

I found an awesome fleece coat/jacket.

We stumbled upon this sweet thing--a double-decker bus that someone converted into a coffee shop. Glorious. Order your drinks on the first floor, sit and enjoy on the top. LOVED it.

Look at the ceiling! Obsessed.

Asheville love.

Oh! Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

Here's the upstairs. Decked out to the max with mosaic table tops/awesome lights.

Peppermint hot chocolate, yes please!

Ridin' dirty.

After the double decker we headed back to the hotel where J fell asleep at 9:00. Then, we froze our asses off with the "heat"/AC unit blowing softly in the background.



The next morning, we woke up and headed to the Visitor's Center to figure out where the illusive Gingerbread House competition was being held. Got some info, saw some shit, stopped in a bizarre bazaar where they had lots of crap and some salted walnuts that were delicious. I tried on some hand soap that literally smelled like urine...but it was organic, so we're good!

On the way to the Gingerbread House hotel, J made me snap this awkward stalker photo of one of the amazing houses on the way. So cute, Mini Cooper included.

We made it! The Grove Park Inn, where lots of celebs/presidents have stayed (including Michelle Obama, ok, and Barack too). I mean, this joint ain't got nothing on the HoJo, but it's aight I guess...

Mountain retreat like woah.

Inside, this place was filled with crazy gingerbread creations from near and far. Most of them were INSANE, like, you know for the youth division someone's mom was totally up at night crafting these things.

I obvi loved the blue ones the best.

There were also Christmas trees scattered all of this piece...most were themed...this one was the best though.

That's right. There were birds hanging off. Brilliant.

Ok, so, these are all the pictures I've uploaded so far. I know you're just dying to see the rest. We'll see how lazy I'm feeling tonight as to whether or not I post some more. This adventure's not done yet!

Stayed tuned mofos....