Industrial Chic

That sound you hear? That high-pitched squeal with the distinct sound of hand flapping? That would be me. Because of these:

via Desire to Inspire, credit to Marie-Jose Jarry

SCHA. WING.

I am overwhelmed by the perfection of each of these rooms that I don’t even know where to start. I want to eloquently state what I love about each of these rooms, the feelings they inspire inside of me, how ab-so-lute-ly incredible I find everything, but it’s a little difficult to form complete, coherent sentences with my jaw on the floor, so pardon me while I ramble out a string of words:

distressed wood! giant clock! metal lockers! wooden lockers! old suitcase! work lamp! vintage breadbox! antique drawer cabinets! metal chairs! burlap tablecloth! sawhorse desk! I. CAN’T. EVEN.

Did you hear that sound? That thud? That was me dying. Really. I’m dead now. My brain short-circuited trying to process all of my feelings about this aesthetic.

But in all seriousness. Industrial chic, ya’ll. Vintage items, distressed items, neutral colors. On the 7th day, God rested. But on the 8th day, God gave us Industrial chic.

Print these pictures out and come visit me in 10 years when I (hopefully) own my own home, and look in amazement how precisely I will have replicated every single aspect of these rooms. (And YES, I NEED TWO DINING ROOMS.)