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.
I have determined that it might be nice to enter the world of grown-ups by discontinuing my habit of employing magazines as coasters and stepping it up a notch. No longer will my guests have to make do with placing their drinks on water-logged copies of British Vogue: I’m taking it to the next level, and doing it with these clever embroidered cocktail napkins from Coral & Tusk. They’re not especially cheap, but since my hunch is they’re likely to be a once-in-a-lifetime purchase, I’m willing to shell out. My new coffee table is watermelon pink* and I feel these wee bugs will pop nicely against it.
But then again this camel also has its charms.
And this kind of preppy nautical-themed quartet is perfect for summertime. And yes, I am well aware that all of these are really super-twee, but I find myself caring not.
*Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.
Oh, how I love Nespresso, even as I resent them for coming up with the VertuoLine, a new contraption that employs these big dumpling-size capsules to brew coffee and espresso, and suddenly makes my trusty little Pixie seem hopelessly obsolete. I know that I could just buy a straight-up Melitta for when I want coffee, but after having a little test drive at the Nespresso store in Soho, I have to say, this is like twenty times more fantabulous. Thoughts, guys? Has anyone out there talked herself into buying one? Can you walk me through it?
Mara Hoffman introduced a home collection for Anthropologie a while ago and while it is all pretty fun—I find this floor pillow delightful, and I am not a floor pillow person—it is this chair for which I am a little bit mad. Totally crazy. Wickedly cute.
I’m feeling nostalgic for those days when people hung good old-fashioned clocks in their homes, instead of relying on the cable box and microwave to tell them what time it was. I also just like clocks as objects, and have the precisely the right little patch of wall in my kitchen for one. This poppy little model, a collaboration between Heath Ceramics and the design firm House Industries, seems about right.
I’ve always been a lazypants when it comes to home decorating, so my affection for wallpaper—such a project to install (and an even bigger one to remove if you’re a renter, as I frequently am)—has largely remained vicarious. Imagine my delight, then, upon discovering that UK-based line Timorous Beasties, of which I have been a fan for some time, offers a number of other, quite wonderful, pieces that incorporate what I’d call their their abstract naturalist aesthetic. I am dying a thousand deaths over this lampshade.
Also: I’m pretty certain a moth has never looked so elegant as it does on this mug.
DL & Co make the candles I am most likely to select on aesthetic grounds alone, and this one—called Essence of Florets, which I’m sure also smells quite lovely, for those of you who prioritize such things—is a perfect object lesson in why.
The animal drawings on these coasters are so moody and wonderful.
I dig midcentury sculptor/ceramicist Waylande Gregory’s plates, even though they are on the fussy Palm Beach side of things, because they’re also rather witty. This fearsome tiger is a delight.
This little black box is a Mini Boom wireless Bluetooth speaker; a friend just gave me one, and it’s the new best thing I own. You just charge it, choose your favorite music from iTunes or Spotify or Pandora or wherever, and tote it with you wherever around your house you may roam. Remember when you could only hear your music when you were in the same room as the speakers? Such quaint times.