I Survived...

...yoga, that is. Went to the first class last night--bent and stretched and centered parts of me that I didn't even know existed, but it was actually pretty fun. After tackling the pre-class giggles and locking up my crazies, it wasn't that hard to get focused and stretch out the knots from my ouchie earlier run. I'm thinking that running + yoga + going on a meat break could result in a beautimous friendship. 

Meanwhile, I'm over here lusting after golds and greens and counting my breaths till the fabulous weekend!

How does your garden grow?

Serious mosaic tile love. 

This bathroom is meh except for the groovy green mirror, meow.

Hope everyone's having a glorious Thursday!

xxx, Hannah

It's 'Your Majesty', Betch.

Dearly beloved--we are gathered here today, at the Mansion on O Street, to celebrate the royal debauchery that is Wills + Kate.

So. Hot babe KMid brought some serious sparkle back to the Brits this morning and was only slightly outdone by her ridiculously fab younger sister, Pippa, who rocked the vision of a perfect wedding dress...to her own sister's wedding. Balls.Of.Steel.

The Deal: set the alarm for 4AM. Yes, AM. Dragged ourselves outta bed. Slapped on some well-planned outfits, complete with hats + tiaras and booked it to the metro and down to Dupont. Found ourselves on the steps of this infamous abode.



We go in, survey the area, duly note everyone's fashion nods to HRH with hats and dresses and madness everywhere. Grab as many scones + melons + jams that we can fit on a plate. Load up on hot tea. Get ourselves situated in the Log Cabin Room (creepiest of all) and settle in for the show.

Yeah yeah yeah! Crown jewels fo-rizzle.

We visited our favorite bathroom and noticed this little addition.

So over it.

Got lost in a sea of mirrors and secret rooms.

Bought more teacups (cup o' soup!?) + books with our complimentary $25 gift certificates!

wtf. wtf. wtf.

Lusted after the lady of the hour. Get ovah yourself, Kate.

Look up the definition of 'babe' and I'll betcha see a picture of her in yo dictionary.

DRP in all her Random House glory.

Rockin' the sequined top at the least cliched venue.

Oh haiiii!

The loot on the way home + future Foxfield hat.

Delaney Parrish for the win!!

New Business:

Odds that KMid + Wills are toasting one another with a celebratory PBR as we speak: 4-1.

Odds that both girls' dress designs will be available and copied for the commoners by tomorrow: 6-1.

Odds that Pippa + Harry will hook up, after-party style in a powder room at Buckingham Palace: 1million-1.

That's fast math. And I'm betting big.

You're royally welcome,

Hannah

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.

Long, Crazy, Cup o' Soup! Labor Day Weekend

This.weekend.was.intense. The dear and fabulous Ms. Alex M came down from Noho to grace us with her presence/celebrate her big 2-3 birthday! I feel like we were running around all weekend. From missed flights via Southwest, to picnics on the Mall, to buying $1 cups and saucers from the OMansion, to shot-shot-shotshotshots at Dans, to ramblings with drunkidy drunk drunk old men on the AU bus, to random crying outbursts followed by quick rallying, to getting punched in the face by a crazy unknown, to gorging on JumboSlice, to fighting with irate cab drivers, to lounging "poolside," to creating The Magic View, to listening to Delaney's hi-larious new roommate babble on about Mawwllllnayyy things, to battling obnoxious waiters at Coastal Flats, to baking midnight Hokie cupcakes, to getting dressed really fast then waiting four hours to drive to FedEx, to beer-can crushing, to Relay games, to 2-mile walks to the metro, to finally buying a Smartrip card, and to celebrating the glorious and fantastic Virginia Tech--long may they choke. 

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Beautiful building downtown

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The lovely Delaney Rose in all her splendor.

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Alex! visiting from the oh-so-cool Noho, Mass.

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Me, baking in the sunshine.

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The perfect pic, really.

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Cheesin.

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Dupont escalator to the heavens.

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Welcome to the OMansion. Strangest place in literally all the world. But, it was filled to the BRIM with chandeliers, vintage Dior hats, teacups, creepy stuffed things, a log cabin room, and secret doors galore.

Round up the prostitutes, this place is the shit!

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Fabulous, dahhling.

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"Coffee is through the Secret door to the Lighthouse." Obviously.

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Meow. Freakin obsessed with whatever this thing is.

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One of the many sink in this piece. In all it's 80s glory.

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Blurry beer stein for Cody!

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Wild, hanging, man-butterfly instrument player. Above a lion-footed pool table. Seriously, I'm not doing this place justice.
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Ok, so there was this bathtub that was set on a platform and to get into it you have to pull this hidden spiral staircase out of the wall, climb up the stairs, and jump on in. I was impressed.

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Alex approved of the bidets. Awk.
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THEN after allll that, we made orange and purple (i.e., maroon) cupcakes for the tailgate. Delicious!!

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On the way to see the Hokies play!! Well, not really. On the way to chug beer, obvi.

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Overall, twas a lovely and long weekend filled with great friends, good times, and drama.drama.drama. I feel it deserves another 3 days to recover.

Love these girls in all their sparkly Hokie glory!!

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Happy Tuesday,

Hannah