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Today’s Two of a Kind is an interactive one. When I started looking for things for it, I got stuck choosing between just two for one of the pairs I usually include. You can see why below. It’s rare that two random and unrelated things from the depths of the internet should match each other, so when I found a third I was overcome with indecision fatigue. That’s why this post has a +1. Not just because this is some super exclusive blog party with a guest-list (though sometimes I like to pretend). It’s because when the Internet Shopping Gods hand you three things that might as well be triplets, you don’t try to cull them down to twins.
So what do you think? Which top do you think is a better match to that adorable makeup bag? I know the gray sweater is dead on, but it seemed like too close a match for me (oh god, now I’m being picky?), which is why I included my original selection of that Sonia Rykiel tee. It matches without being an exact replica. I can’t pick! This is clearly a crisis which begs your input. If you could only pick one, which would it be?
Oh yes. It happened. The culmination of my life’s dreams concluded this weekend and I finally, finally have white floors. To say my excitement is ineffable would be accurate. They’ve officially been installed since Sunday at 5pm and I haven’t left the room since, so consumed have I been with staring at them lovingly and letting out little gasps of delight whenever the light hits them in a certain way. They are perfect, everything I hoped having white floors would be and more. Even the fact that they get so dirty so quickly has not put a damper on my joy. We still have to caulk along the new floor mouldings and the door frames, apply another coat or two of spackle to the sheetrock, and then paint the whole room, but it’s all coming together so perfectly.
There were some low points to the weekend as well, such as going to AC Moore to pick up my LIMITED EDITION Keane screenprint I dropped off a few weeks ago to be custom framed to the tune of $80 only to find out they somehow RUINED IT with some giant black pencil mark along the bottom. My heart sank but they swear they can fix it. Dejectedly, I got back in the car and drove down the street to IKEA, only to find out that the dresser I’d designed the room around wasn’t available despite the online stock status saying there were 9 in the store. It would be safe to assume I actually cried out of frustration at this point; back-to-back disappointments are not my strong suit. After hounding an attitude-filled, unhelpful salesperson, we were told they were missing 5 of them (HOW DO YOU LOSE 5 DRESSERS?), and the remaining 4 were up too high on the shelf to be reached without bringing out the forklift, only they aren’t allowed to bring out the forklift during store hours so if we came back at 7pm when they closed someone would make sure to grab one for us if we waited in the abandoned lobby. Um, no? I’m not going to fight to give you $250. Give me my mothereffing dresser.
So this morning I’m waiting on a call from the frame department manager about my ruined Keane poster, and pretending like I didn’t have my heart set on that dresser. I’m hoping it’s just a matter of using the right eraser and of heading back to IKEA with a better outcome next time. Fingers crossed.
In the meantime, at least I have white floors.
Is anyone else as insanely excited about the opening ceremony of the Olympics today as I am? I still remember the 1996 summer Olympics, staying up late glued to the tiny tv in my room and watching as much as I could. And this year they’re being held in one of my favorite cities in the whole world. I’m duly excited because it means that this weekend, while Boyfriend’s mom and I are parked on the couch, we won’t have to default to watching copious amounts of HGTV and can instead tune in to watching all the diving, running, javelin, and gymnastics we can handle. Oh, yeah, there is going to be some major work completed in the room downstairs, too. But not by us.
Naturally, this week’s Friday Five is an Olympic-themed one. I thought it would be a difficult task finding 5 things to fit this theme, but I clearly underestimated the consumer-driven nature that an event of this magnitude inspires.
Is anyone else watching (and loving) The Newsroom? This show is just magnificent. The typical Aaron Sorkin dialogue that plays like verbal ping-pong, the character dynamics, all of it. It’s witty and funny and topical, and without giving anything away I was moved to tears at the end of the 4th episode. The Newsroom makes me wish I’d actually used my degree in Journalism in any meaningful way (and, also, that I had paid attention to The West Wing when it was on). And yes, I understand that the show is highly stylized and the odds of me landing a job at a prestigious news show in the biggest media hub in the world were non-existent, but still. I am completely in love with the whole thing. There isn’t a single character who is not charming beyond belief, and if we’re being honest, I love the retroactive ass-kicking Sorkin is giving the Tea Party movement. If you’re not watching yet, do it. Then come back and thank me.
What shows are you into right now?
July 26, 2012 / read / watch /
So as to bore you to death with superfluous photographs of, and references to, Paris (exhibits A, B, C, D), I’ve decided to channel my wanderlust into a new series called My Inner French Girl. Since I rarely need further provocation to make a round-up of items I like/want/need (see: every post prior), this feels like a natural extension and melding of two things I’m really passionate about: the City of Lights and online shopping. My Inner French Girl will explore different daily activities, and I’ll compile a host of items specific to how the chic, petite, messy-haired, pouty-lipped Parisian goddess who lives inside of me would approach them. This series was influenced by Theresa’s fabulous “Wear in the World” series (to which I contributed, surprise!, an outfit for 24 hours in Paris that I ended up mimicking exactly on my trip there in May) and a comment conversation I had with Veanad over our own inner French girls. Hers is more refined than mine, but I’m working on it.
So to kick things off, I’d like to start at the beginning: morning. A breezy, spring morning in a teeny 6th floor studio in the 17th.
It happens every few months: I get sucked into a Gary Oldman worm-hole and resurface a week later totally dizzy and bleary eyed. Last week was this video, these pictures, and scouring the internet for all his recent television appearances promoting The Dark Knight Rises (thanks to Lauren for the tip about the Today Show). It would make my life a whole lot easier if he weren’t continuously photographed not only looking dapper and dreamy beyond belief, but also with his stunning and perfect wife/my mortal enemy. I realize that I’ve now posted about my crush on Gary Oldman more than I have about Boyfriend, but whatever, he understands. Or maybe he doesn’t, but he doesn’t read my blog so it’s his own fault. I regret nothing.
Anyway, I consider myself an expert on all things Oldman at this point, so I couldn’t help but notice that his style has evolved over the past few years and he’s really nailed it. Here are two recent pictures, and I hope it goes without saying that a man that can rock a scarf and glasses is high at the top of my list of requirements in a mate.
So it got me to thinking, as most things do, about shopping and how to incorporate that masculine, European-chic style into my own wardrobe. Because who doesn’t love an excuse to buy more stuff? I’m sorry, are you new here?
More after the jump, including a picture of Gary Oldman with a puppy! I KNOW.
No major construction progress was made over the weekend, though we did manage to paint the French doors (3 coats each!), buy all the flooring for the guest room, and spackle and sand a bunch of holes. And while it might not seem like physical progress, I did finalize a moodboard for the guest room. Instead of going for a stark-white, Scandinavian inspired space (my mom made a good point that it might border on feeling “asylum-ish” especially since it’s in the basement) I’m feeling more of a old Parisian/French-country/Restoration Hardware vibe. I basically want the room to feel like this song:
Lots of vintage-y French elements and neutral colors and, of course, white flooring paired with a pale gray wall. There are some things I’m just not willing to compromise on.
July 23, 2012 / design /
Happy Friday! Is it wrong that I am beyond excited it is pouring rain outside? Not only does it provide a break in the heat (in theory, though if anything the humidity reaches new levels of unbearable when it rains) but I love waking up to that rushing sound and the way the concrete in the city smells during storms. Of course, I’m not the one who has to take the dog out in it, so maybe I don’t get a say.
We’re putting the construction project downstairs on hold for the weekend, but we still have little projects to complete like painting the doors and spackling (oh my god, the spackling). It’s supposed to rain for a good chunk of the weekend so I foresee lots of lounging on the couch and perhaps more HGTV. I know, I’m wild.
Herewith, my 5 favorite things this week.
So yeah, that’s a video of Gary Oldman doing a dramatic reading of R.Kelly’s memoir, “Soulacoaster.” Have I piqued your interest yet?
Well it’s been all of 5 minutes, so I guess that means it’s time for another post where I weep openly about how much I miss Paris and waaaah, why can’t I be back there right now? One of the cool things about my new phone (of like the 3 things I’ve been able to figure out about it so far) is that I can add a city to my home screen and view time and weather. In addition to Philadelphia, guess which city I chose? Related side-note: it has been raining in Paris for a week straight. And I’m going to pull out a quote from Midnight in Paris on you right now: “Actually, Paris is the most beautiful in the rain.”
So anyway, yes. Paris. Love of my life, light of my soul, potential drain on my wallet. God bless Google Earth, because when I’m not busy staring at any of the thousands of pictures of Paris I have in my own home, I can virtually visit the Eiffel Tower and cry into my lunch at work. This shot below is from Google Earth, taken from the steps of Sacre Coeur. Look at that couple embracing. She looks so happy. In my head their names are Jean-Luc and Sabine, and he just proposed to her. Elle dit “oui.”
After much hemming and hawing, I bit the bullet and bought this Dwell Studio Draper duvet set. It’s long been a popular choice amongst the blogosphere but the $310 price tag kept me, understandably, at bay. When Dwell stopped carrying it on their website I gave up on the ridiculous need to bring a $310 duvet set into a house with an animal who sheds a pound of black, wiry hair a day and whose life mission it is to be as close to me as possible. Still, a small piece of my heart searched in vain for a suitable alternative but always came up short. I love this duvet set, as much as it is possible to love a duvet set. I must’ve forgotten I’m actually an internet-squirrel, though, and I used my intense ferreting-compulsion and was able to find the duvet on mega-sale over at AllModern (we’re talking $130 off). A quick check with Boyfriend to make sure he didn’t have any objections (none! whew) and this baby was mine. I think it will go perfectly with our dark gray bedroom, but I won’t find out for another 3-4 weeks. Thanks, special-order delays. This is going to be the longest month of my life.
July 18, 2012 / design /