I once thought that my taste would become more refined and understated as I aged, but the older I get, the more I am drawn to bright, shiny things (am I alone in this?)—and I’m pretty sure that by the time I hit my seventies, I’m going to be one of those ladies whose outfits are far more amusing than they are stylish. I feel similarly about items for the home: gold used to strike me as tacky for interiors, but now I’m loving little hits of it: like this Fornasetti trinket tray, which is currently on my top 5 list of things I’d like to receive as a gift.
A wee chevron box for your whatnots.
Just an urchin-shaped thing that I suddenly feel quite strongly belongs on my coffee table.
I totally already own this.
Or, more accurately I suppose, textures. On vases. And all in white, because that’s what I’m feeling. Here’s a porcelain studded number for the gracefully aging punk rocker in your life. (And wow, it comes in a lamp too.)
This honeycomb pattern feels at once earthy and urban.
I know people go absolutely nuthouse for Orla Kiely, but I have never been one of those people. Still, in this context, I have to say it totally works (actually, it must be said that her candles and diffusers are pretty boss too).
Come to me, you beautiful baby.
Is this Christian Lacroix notebook not divine? It’s just one of a travel-themed series (check out these equally fantabulous offerings inspired by Mumbai, Rio, Paris, New York, LA and London) and I want them all, all, all.
Our theme of the day is triangles, specifically as found on items for the home. I’m thinking it might be fun to trade in my sleepy old Moroccan poufs for this more geometric model.
A very Danish modern-style bowl from the folks at Ferm Living.
And why not a triangular cutting board for displaying your cheeses and charcuterie?
Preppy little tabletop items depicting jungle animals fill me with delight. I can not tell you why.
And I’m not going to lie; I love all the gold.
The only way I could love this this hand-woven Mayan throw pillow any more is if it were a dress.
Do any of you happen to recall how, after I left my old place in January, I resolved not to fall down the rabbit hole of redecorating like I always do when I move? Even though the place I was relocating to could not be more physically different than the place I was leaving, and none of my stuff really looked right anymore? How fondly we hang on to our illusions, no? It took me a while to accept that the furniture that worked so well in my comparatively rambling midcentury apartment had no place in my clean and modern little window box in the sky, but indeed that was the case—most particularly in the living room. My beloved club chairs were hulking, and monopolized a huge hunk of the space. The shaggy vintage Moroccan rug—which once imparted such a sense of cozy cool—simply came off sloppy. And everything else just felt dark. The new place—with its walls of windows and clean lines—called for something else entirely.
I was gun shy about where to start—because once you choose your first big item, everything else has to fall into lockstep with it. But finally I pulled the trigger on this sectional (currently on sale! at Blu Dot) and then the big square coffee table you see here (also from Blu Dot) in somewhat irrational—but ever-so delightful—watermelon pink. I knew that the coffee table’s wild-card color was going to make finding the right rug tough—and I already have an impossible time choosing rugs—but then I discovered Brooklyn-based line Aelfie: their pieces are ethnic-inspired but with the kind of streamlined look I was after, and I fell for the one you see here, which is called the Saskia. It looks like a lot to live with, I know, but in real life it’s actually pretty chill. The piece above the sofa is by an artist named Reed Anderson and I’ve had it for years.
I have done some repurposing of old items: this Nelson Platform bench used to be my coffee table; now it sits by the window, topped with a few of the Eskayel pillows that were on my former sofa (which I sat on until they flattened out to resemble pads). And on the topic of pillows: I am undecided as to whether I need some for the sectional. It seems like I’ve already sort of got a lot going on over there. What thinks?
No time like barbecue and picnic season to stock up on everyone’s favorite synthetic, unbreakable dishware: this charming butterfly is one of an unmatched set of four.
And finally: I’m pretty sure this serving bowl is the best melamine thing I’ve ever seen.
My iPhone case is awful and grey and dingy, and probably needed replacing six months ago. But this is just the sort of unsexy-but-necessary purchase I am capable of putting off forever (curious, given how on point I am when it comes to so very many other kinds of purchases). Recently, however, the case actually started shedding its outer layer (it’s not a hard case, but one of those gummy soft ones; never again) and this was the necessary final straw. So the search has commenced, and I have but one single non-negotiable requirement: that it be loud enough to detect at the bottom of a crowded handbag. These charming leopards from Rifle Paper Co work quite well on that count.
Clever, clever: this case unsnaps to reveal a hidden mirror.
Even though I am very much not a cat person—the fur on your clothes; the way they sit and stare at you, silently judging—I find myself transfixed by these screaming kitties from Markus Lupfer.