I have been lusting after romantic, girly sconces for months. It’s silly since I don’t have any immediate need for wall lighting and yet, here I am.
My favorites are the not-super-functional ones–sure they put off light, but they don’t provide meaningful light like a library sconce or swing arm lamp. These aren’t work horses; they’re just really pretty and lovely.
So if you’re working on a romantic powder room or a super glamorous entry design, consider these, won’t you?
Last weekend my husband was complaining about the look of the kitchen. The room was painted a very institutional semi-gloss beige and the walls looked perpetually filthy. I don’t do much cooking, so I’ve been happy to ignore the room, which is easy given that it’s a galley kitchen closed off from the rest of the house. But I was in a chipper mood that Saturday I guess, because I flipped open my Farrow & Ball paint brochure, picked out a green, and marched myself down to Benjamin Moore to get the color matched.
While I was there, I picked out a gloss paint for my entry credenza. I ended up going with Pink Popsicle, which looks quite awesome with the living room wall color and a potential wallpaper for the entry.
As for the kitchen, things are looking better but some details are missing. We’re switching out a light fixture and possibly the cabinet hardware, so enjoy a close-up of our dumbwaiter and freshly-stripped knobs. The room definitely looks better, but it’s nothing mind blowing.
In the living room, another piece of the puzzle came via Etsy: a hand-painted ginger jar lamp with spot-on colors. With a bird!
June is a big month around these parts. We have our anniversary, my birthday, the anniversary of my accident. And then, of course, it’s the beginning of summer, replete with outdoor lolling and lazing. Every week we manage an excuse to celebrate something–behavior I don’t think we’ll outgrow once July starts.
For my birthday, I did one of those things people expect you to do all the time if you live in NYC: taking a day off to go to the museum, shop, and buy expensive pastries. I went up to the Met to see the Charles James exhibit, then walked down Madison for window shopping (and a little real shopping). Ultimately I did skip it out on the pastry portion of the afternoon–I walked by Laduree but it felt like a silly thing when really I just wanted a good piece of cake. So down to Momofuku I went.
Now that I’m 28 with easy access to midtown Manhattan, I think it’s time I start doing that once a month. Seems right.
Last month I bit the bullet and painted the living room. I was a little hesitant about using such a dark color, but I’m so happy with it!
The color is Benjamin Moore Deep Caviar, a dark brown with blue undertones. It’s the same color I’m using to (slowly) paint the doors in our house, albeit in a high gloss enamel. We have southern and western exposures, so it’s a bright room even with dark paint.
As you can see in the photo, I also moved the Expedit out of the office, swapping with the Billy bookcase that was languishing in the living room for several months. Expedits can scream Ikea, but this one is tucked in a corner, so you only see its profile when you walk in.
So here’s my running list for the living room:
order slipper chairs and an armchair
- order ottoman
- have curtains or shades made
- lighting – table lamps and
- new tv
- paint and install french doors between dining room and living room
- find large art
I think once the rest of the furniture arrives the room will feel a million times less in flux, and I’ll have a better sense of next steps. For instance, I have a little graveyard of end tables on the other end of the living room because I don’t know if I’ll need them or if they’ll fit with the chairs. I would very much like to be out of that phase and onto the fun stuff: accessories!
I’m going to interrupt my Morocco travel journal with some of the things I brought home from the souks. Surprise: poufs and blankets.
Bartering is not my strong suit, and it felt silly at times when the amount in question was literally a dollar. Some things were very inexpensive like the brass animals and the baskets. I’m happy with the price I paid for the wedding blanket, but it’s not as if it cost pennies. I probably paid a bit too much for pottery and the poufs in the end, mostly because the conversions get tricky. One dollar is equal to eight Moroccan dirhams–not the simplest amount to convert, especially when paired with bartering and a foreign language. It was an adventure though, and now I have a story about the time I got the hard sell on pottery in Fez.
So while I am not the one who will get you a rock bottom bargain in Morocco, I do have just one tip for souk shopping:
If You Love It, Buy It
The souks of Fez and Marrakesh are often described as “maze-like,” and it’s true. You might loop back past a particular stall, or you might not. If you come across something you just love, even if it’s the silliest thing like a tagine-shaped basket, buy it. I never came across another one of those baskets, so I’m glad I stopped when I spotted it.
Do you have tips for the souks?