Whilst Working...

...I ran into these delicious images of some pretty sweet desks.
If only my cubicle could rival these bad boys...

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Secret armoire desk. Top notch, especially the orange phone. Ring-a-ding brilliant.

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Love the wallpaper. Love the round mirror. Love the turquoise accent pieces and the little baby second shelf on the left.

Hate the weird cone statue thing. wtf?

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Pink inspiration board of goodness. And I spy a horse photo. Bonus points!

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This weeping willow thing would sit on my desk and delight my senses till death.

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I think I really just like the painted white floors here. Yum.

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Cultured British map? Check. Spindly white chair? Check and check.

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Sooo much going on...but I love it. LIVE WHAT YOU LOVE, duh. Plus, the pillows/lamp/chair are amazeballs.

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I'm becoming a tiny bit obsessed with random collections of framed things. I especially love the fish in this one. And the bust. And of course, I lovvveeee the flowers and blue vase. Perfecto!

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Aaaaand this is what my chair will look like. Classy with a capital C.

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But really, truly, this is where I wish my office was. Swinging in the trees. Lovelovelovelovelovelovelove.
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Humptidy Dump Day...T-2.5 days till Codiak lovin' and the beach weekend....!

Making Up for the Nasties

To make up for the sad, sad pictures from my last post, feast your little eyeballs on these scrumptious babies:

Stripes, stripes, everywhere! And lovin' the greys and greens and creams.
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Oh, what I wouldn't give to have this oven in my house. Or to have a house. Obsessed with the red knobs. Obsessed with the copper pot on top. Obsessed with the red espresso machine on the counter. Obsessed.
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Rooty tooty fresh and fruity, hello pineapple lamps.
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Look. At.Those.Oysters. I'd hang this bad boy over my bed and call it a very good night. And the table...oh, the table. Loves it.
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When I was little, I had a friend who lived in a log cabin in the woods. In her log cabin, her dad hung the most awesome indoor swing from the exposed beams that let you swing to ridiculous heights. Ever since, I've been obsessed with indoor swings. Who wouldn't be?
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It's raining outside. And I'm not even near a window. Tears for everyone. Only 2.5 hours left until I'm free, free, free as a bird. Yessssss!

Beautiful Things That Are Making Me Happy.

Hottest mom ever?

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

Wysteria Heaven.

Sippin' tea on the porch sounds delightful to meee.

(Also: Good Brick)

Dreaming very big.

Roar.