Make Me A Bird, So I Can Fly Far, Far Away...

Ok. So. I'm back on the hunt for fabric to upholster the multiple amazing wingback chairs that I have (luckily!) inherited/bought/discovered from relatives + Goodwill. I think I'm up to 4 or 5 now, all of which are in desperate need of some fluffing, stuffing, and re-covering. I've seen so many examples of reupholstered chairs that it's a little overwhelming. Do I want traditional? Artistic? Preppy? Toile or houndstooth? Oh, the pressure... 

My first thought was to have at least one chair covered in some sort of blue and white stripe (duh). However, after seeing this photo, I'm loving the leaf-themed print and how cozy it looks next to that window.

Something about this fabric reminds my of my Aunt Margo--who was always super stylish--so maybe that's why I'm lovin' it.



I've always really liked the idea of having mismatched chairs at a big, chunky dining table. These wingys are cool, but I'm thinking you'd need a really tall table or a chair with no arms to accomplish the appropriate "scooted-in" feel. Also, I'd probably be rll stressed about spilling spaghetti sauce or lentils or red wine (winter only!) or some other tragically staining substance on them--my middle name is Grace, after all.

Mmmm...I don't know why the color yellow is always taking a bad rap. It's cheerful and bright and deliciously sunny! Look at it. So pretty... 

Ok. Obviously I was drawn to this like a squirrel to a bird feeder. However, I think it would be a bad call for me to spend (a lot) of time and money picking out swatches, figuring out the best panel placement, and mixing/matching the colors only to change my style in a year or two. Sigh. I will appreciate from a distance and harness my inner middle-school taste buds...

All right, all right. It's not exactly a wingback. But--everything about this print is pulling at my heart/purse strings.  I've always been a fan of chairs that are more long than wide. If that makes sense. Perfect leg-curling potential...

Anyway. Thursday!? Yes, it's true. Only a day left until I'm chillin' on a dirt road (kind of), stuffing my face with local seafood, jamming out to fresh playlists, gorging on Bailey's cake, and ridin' dirty (top down, chrome spinnin).

My hard-knock life...continues. 

xoxo, Hannah

OMG, Let's Go Shopping

I cannot remember the last time I went shopping for clothes and actually purchased something. I'm on a mission this weekend to find at least three new outfits for work and play. It's a daunting task, especially for a cheap-o like me. Now would be a great time for a surprise trust fund, dontcha think? All you personal shoppers out there...send good karma my way. Ugh.

This little number is melon-licious.



Obsessed with this creamy white dress. So summery and would be awesome w/some colorful heels (see Kate Mid below).

Love the top of this dress paired with the comfy bottom. Lace me up.



Going nautical on yo ass.

Mathematical delight, and I love that I could wear these day or night.

If I were a rich girl...

Heavenly. Although I bet they would stretch easily and probably pick up tons of dirt. Meh.

Can't stop, won't stop. Love her.

Next mission--find the perfect wedding out fit a la Rhode Island nuptials later this month!

Lip Smackers

Today I Am:

Rocking a pink pout:

Feeling this NPR love note:

Wishing I had this fabric to alter and craft into whatever my heart desired:

Cheers,

Hann

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.

The Old Man Is Snoring

It is a drizzly grey day in Northern Virginia, but that means I get to rock my raincoat and sip tea till my heart's content. I finally moved my flowers inside, and now our front stoop is butt naked bare. I'm thinking pumpkins, I'm thinking wreaths, I'm thinking I need some serious decorations for this piece.

In the meantime, I will be daydreaming about this:

Roosters and long walks through the woods with my walkin' stick.
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Anthropologie living rooms.

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Wild and crazy manes and warm fall fashion.

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Weathered hardwoods and cool sunlight.

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Adorbs bedside ladders and hand-picked flower arrangements.

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THESE BOOTS. love.
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Any and all of these pillows all over my face.

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Entryway to the heavens, sigh.

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Meow, who wouldn't want to snuggle with that?!?

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Splash in da puddles.

xoxo, Hannah

A Room of Alex's Own

Ok, so my dear and lovely friend Alex just moved into a new place in Northampton, MA, and bought this adorbs chair as one of her first pieces of furniture:
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Totally presh, right? Then she said, "I am decorating my room with aquamarine/seafoamy blues and greens and light pinks I think--this makes me a bit uncomfortable, but we'll see how it goes" and lord honey child I am loving that color scheme. So. I did a little early-morning google action/blog surfing to see what I could uncover, and this is what I've got to start with (I kinda forgot about the pink, whoopsie, but don't you worry, the hunt has only just begun):
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Ob.sessed with this chair. And the wallpaper. And the PINK orchid, which you know, are actually very hard to kill. Who woulda thought??
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So bright! So light! So turqouisey black and white!
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Yeah, so this is for a wedding and some of the stuff is kinda cheesy...it's the colors gfriend...use dat imagination.
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I had this picture saved for something else, but I looked at it and fell in love again with the headboard. I really don't think it would be hard to craft something like this with the right amount of foam and a staple gun. Then when people come over to visit and fawn over your awesomeness you can be like, 'Yeah, no biggie, I crafted it myself,' and they can be like, 'Damn that girl's got class.' Get it? Good.
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The angels are singing for those two simple pillows. I guess this is for if you want less teal/seafoamy more black/white/cream/brown/tan.
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Game over, this room is perfection.
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Actually, this is where I envision you living. Lots of fabulous drapery action, some serious upholstered chairs, a pheasant?feather chandelier...I guess I'd allow you to read Pride and Prejudice in this piece...
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Ok, here is some more teal and a wee little turtle footstool that I think is super cute.
- It even looks good on a sneaker!..?
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Whoops, I found a second image of the perfect room and just had to post it. I know that murals are kind of big right now or whatever and most of the time they look like shit, but this one--this one, I'm feeling. You could totally do this, too...
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Muted blurry goodness. I think an adult lives here.
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Hearts and stars, and how easy it would be to slap some white picture frames on the walls like this and fill them with gorgeous black and white photos of all your lovers/travels.
-More collage action. This is if you're feelin' real fancy pantsy a la a Tiffany's box or Del's Gmommy's front door. True ballers unite!
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Recently I hit up TJMaxx and they were having a mega sale on tons of teal/turquoise/seafoamy lamps and accessories. I mean, I know it's NOVA, but they've got to have the same shit in the Mass, right??
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In conclusion, I just realized that Northampton is sometimes referred to as Noho??!?! Fabulous. I will forever be calling it by this name. Also, I'm counting down the days till I can come visit the great New England and see my lovely shiny beautiful friend Alex and we can treat ourselves to some PBRs, wine fridays, and jalapeno poppers. Loves.It!.

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(Ps. this is what you get when you Google 'Classy PBR.' I'll take it.)
Love, Hannah