Lulu & Georgia Pillow and Lamp | Pendleton Blanket

OK, so the renovation projects I've been doing have been SO much fun...but now that the majority of them (not all of them, no no, but the majority of them) are sort of winding down, I'm in finishing-touches mode. I've always decorated in a sort of mishmosh way - a lamp that my parents were going to toss, a blanket that I bought for my dorm room and have dragged back and forth across the country ever since, whatever light fixture was already present when I moved into wherever I'm living at the moment, et cetera.

But this house is so special to me - I've been putting so much work into it - that it's exciting to look at each room, take a step back, and see if there's any last little touch that might make it feel...perfect.

Noritake Teacup

I have a palette.

I don't mean to have a palette, exactly; it sounds like a silly thing to consciously cultivate ("oh dahhling no, I couldn't possibly purchase that table, no no, that's not my palette"). I just have one, for the simple reason that there are certain colors that make me really happy, and so those are what I surround myself with. It started with my wedding, when the florist asked me what my "colors" were, and despite the fact that I had been more focused on panicking over the fact that we could barely afford wedding rings - let alone any kind of thematic floral arrangements - than my bouquet, I answered without even a second of hesitation:

Oh, that's such a good spot.

One interesting thing (among many) about moving into a house that you've only ever seen on a computer screen: you don't really know what to bring. Will that lamp fit in the new place? How about that sofa? Where's that desk going to go?

You don't know, and so you guess. And in my case, I guessed wrong in the chair department. See, I happen to have really a lot of...I guess you'd call them "statement" chairs, if you were being fancy - just sort of one-of-a-kind, not-part-of-a-set chairs that I found, and loved, and went home with.