Posts Tagged ‘West Elm’
The past few times I’ve changed addresses, I have—to varying degrees, but always somewhat meaningfully—redecorated. There have been new rugs and cabinets, wall-mounted bookshelves, custom-made headboards, dining room tables, and the chairs that go with them (without really “going” with them, of course). There have been accent tables and Womb Chairs and visits to John Derian—oh, so many visits to John Derian—for vintage Moroccan rugs and whatnots. It was all loads of fun but not un-pricey, and it has left me with no shortage of very acceptable furniture. So this time around I decided there was no need for another go at it: change of any sort felt unnecessary; excessive, even.
That was before I moved. Now that I’m here, I want to switch out everything. The sofa, the club chairs, even the living room lamps—which I can’t have had for more than two years, because I wrote about them here—all seem like worthy candidates for elimination. And yet stay they will, because truly, to get rid of all this very nice stuff would be a crime, and besides, it’s easy enough to throw a few new smaller-scale pieces into the mix if it’s excitement that you’re after. Like for instance: this clever planter, into which I plan to put an actual plant that I will not kill, as God is my witness.
The kitchen counter’s got room for a couple of stools, and I’ve wanted an excuse to buy these cute steel ones from Schoolhouse Electric & Supply since my friend Ceridwen tipped me off to them months ago.
The one room that has worked out perfectly—and to which I do not care to change a stitch—is the bedroom. It was a delight in its old iteration, and I’ve tried my best to execute it exactly the same way over here. Sadly, however, my rather large gray nightstands no longer work logistically (blame a cumbersome central A/C unit) so I’m looking for something slightly more scaled-down. My first inclination would never be to go with a white piece for something like this—my brain’s hardwired to consider certain kinds of white furniture very teenaged girl’s bedroom and prissy—but the room itself is all whites, grays, and black, so it makes a certain sense. My official home design guru Stephen has given this one a thumbs-up on the condition that I go to West Elm first and see what the quality’s like in real life, but I’m curious: what do you guys think?
Steven Alan has a nice little partnership going with West Elm, and it’s a good way to incorporate the modern organic* look of his home store into your life for not quite as much cash. It’s also pretty much all a celebration of Steven Alan’s love of stripes, which is fine by me. I like that this pillow could work as well in a midcentury room as it could in something more rustic.
And this makes me think I could live with and enjoy a striped duvet cover, which is not something I might have previously imagined.
I like the off-register effect of the stripes not matching up on this rug.
*I really just guessed at this. You home design types out there will correct me if I’ve mischaracterized his aesthetic.
I keep mine on John Derian trays on my bureau, which is pretty, but unless I’m super-careful it generates tangles like crazy. Is there a better way? Is a straight-up big old jewelry box the answer? Must one resort to such items as earring trees, and if so, are there aesthetically pleasing ones? I await your speedy response.
I honestly can not recall the last time something that rang in under $50 inspired quite as much shopper lust in my heart as these paint-dipped, monogrammable Baggu totes do. They’re part of an exclusive deal the bag company has going with West Elm, and don’t you think the gold one in particular is just killing it? The notion of a big, one-initial monogram is so charming; like a fun little reference to that big “M” on the wall of Mary Richards’s apartment on the Mary Tyler Moore show.
Right now, my desk is a formerly grand Heywood Wakefield dining room table so old and rickety that I use it mostly as a repository for important papers, preferring to do my actual work on the living room sofa or at the neighborhood office/cafe. This works fine, but occasionally I do dream of a better way; of a beautiful, diminutive midcentury-ish desk that seems to invite both creativity and order in equal measure. Something like this one from Schoolhouse Electric & Supply. I am a sucker for that whole wood-with-one-carefully-chosen-white-accent thing.
And this is just entirely too much perfection altogether.
For years I coveted this fun Hermes china with an animals of the jungle pattern, because it seemed like an ultimate indulgence to acquire such playful china from such a serious luxury house. But only the sturdiest dinnerware survives my cloddish grasp, and I always knew better to indulge (even during the pixie-dusted couple of years when a benevolent publicist extended me a 30% discount at Hermes—a time during which many friends received excellent gifts in little orange boxes). Still, my affection for dishes with just a little bit to say endures, which is probably why I’ve developed an outsize affection for melamine plates. They wouldn’t break if you threw them against a wall, and there are so many cute ones. Plus, they’re cheap enough that you can buy a ton and not worry if you use them only some of the time. Because these kissing rabbits might be fun for dining on burgers and cole slaw at a Memorial Day picnic, but possibly not so much come January and brisket time.
Who else wants to turn the entire backyard into a Moroccan-themed wonderland to match this rather fabulous purple plate?
There is something quite pink lemonade and birthday cale about this option, from West Elm.