Try to look past Gosling and focus on Eva's retro cute ponytail. I always have problems with my ponytails sliding down, so I'm going to attempt it tonight with some extra clips below the band. If you guys know of any other tricks let me know!
I've been collecting clothing with grid patterns for the past year, so Marni's Fall 2012 collection is right up my alley. I'm still loving marled knit sweaters, and the checked blue overlay on this cardigan is just the icing on the cake. Marni.com, $760
Lately I've been attracted to expanses of glossy white with touches of smoky grey and velvety black. I thought I knew what direction I was going with our tv room, but after seeing this home belonging to photographer Jonas Ingerstedt I've started wanting cooler tones and starker furnishings.
It wouldn't mean changing much, mainly switching out the rug for something lighter and removing/adding accessories. We are going to an antique flea market next week, and I'm hoping this trip will be more fruitful than our last one!
Digital images created by Moodboard from Elle Decoration April 2012/Photography: Jonas Ingerstedt
My breaks from the internet have been stretching out longer and longer. Bottom line, I'm having a case of the mehs. I would say a case of the blahs—which is more of a personal condition—but I'm feeling meh towards things online besides myself.
Instead, I've been spending a lot of time in galleries and museums for sources of inspiration (sorry, Pinterest). They also compliment 1960's jackets and wearing your hair in droopy Olive Oyl style buns.
Anyway, it's Derby week and as usual I've waited until the 11th hour to find a dress and hat. So I'm taking off to go shopping, but I'll probably default and wear something vintage. I am excited to break out a sparkly Banana Republic pencil skirt (I haven't bought anything from them in forever) and a 1960's dress with a built-in necklace for some parties.
The cups I found at the estate sale remind me of Anthropologie's latest home collection. Geometric patterns are having a resurgence right now, and reaching saturation levels, but I really love this color palette. There are coasters to match the trivet, and they are high on my wish list.
I had my eye on some vintage arrows at the estate sale Saturday, but apparently I wasn't the only one. There was such a rush for them that the lady running the sale issued the crowd a stern warning. Maybe she was afraid we would start stabbing each other in a frenzy, which would be a whole other tale to tell.
So I didn't get any arrows, but I did find some vintage cups with a similar geometric design. $2 for the set, not a bad exchange.
I would love to be able to tell you what an awesome time I had this weekend, but it was kind of a dud in more ways than one. We went to an estate sale on Saturday morning, where we bought some gardening stuff and my husband decided to put them in our cellar before we went out of town. He starts down the stairs, stops mid-flight and says, "There's a dead baby possum down here."
Me: Oh no! Is it really small?
Him: Yes, and its teeth stick out like this <cue husband bucking out his two front teeth>
After we got that taken care of we headed out of town to visit family and g0 to an antique flea market. There were a lot of vendors there geared towards shabby chic style, so we didn't mark anything off our list. The only thing I bought was an ancient sewing table to store toilet paper in–the top lifts up—for the downstairs bathroom. Sexy, I know. But wait, there is even more sexy coming.
We get home and drag ourselves into the house only to be slammed in the face by the most vile smell ever. Oh, and crazy swarms of flies. Hurl X a Million.
Congratulations, there is still something dead in your cellar. We decided we were too repulsed at this point by what we might encounter and called an animal removal service. He found the mama possum in about two minutes in our crawl space. The most unbelievable thing was that this guy did it the whole time without a face mask. Maybe he can't smell? I don't know because I was practically hurling myself as I cowered in the corner of my living room.
I did find a few other things at the estate sale that I'll post pictures of once I recover from this ordeal.
I am so ready for this weekend to start. We are getting up bright and early for an estate sale tomorrow morning, and then heading out of town to go to the first flea market of the season—along with a side trip to Ikea.
I have a wish list as long as my arm, but I have a habit of going rogue on shopping trips. But that is part of the fun isn't it? The possibility of finding something magical.