Oh hellloooooo, best Goodwill find ever.
Ya ya, I know everyone and their blog are all about midcentury arc lamps since like 2012, but I can't get over how much I love them: they're just so clean. And elegant. And timeless and lovely and chic and et cetera et cetera. I've always wanted one, but I have also always not been particularly interested in shelling out billions of dollars for a vintage original.
And then, a few days ago, I wandered into Goodwill, and:
Da daaaaa!
OH I LOVE IT.
See, the thing about our old dining room furniture - that distressed round table and clear Ikea chairs - was that I loved it, too. But it really didn't work in the new space: our round table, which had felt so perfectly sized in our teeny colonial dining room, looked like dollhouse furniture in our California place (which isn't massive at all, but for whatever reason has a disproportionately big dining room).
via A Beautiful Mess
Blogger homes really stress me out.
They're all fiddle leaf figs in adorable woven pots and white carpets that my dogs would destroy instantly and lamps that I can't afford and perfectly arranged gallery walls of expensively framed prints that look like they were collected during a succession of impossibly glamorous round-the-world trips.
I've always had a major thing for fairy lights. And yet, for whatever reason, I've never hung them other than at Christmastime, because the logistical issues have always vexed me: I don't want them on all the time, but I would like them on some of the time, but I don't want to have to remember to turn them on because then I'll just never do it, and et cetera ad lazyfinitum.
But we have a yard now, and not just a yard: no no, a California yard. Which is basically a second living room. We spend a lot of time out there, and there are big windows all over the house leading out to it, so visually it's just a really significant part of the house. So: fairy light time it was, but not just fairy lights: no no, lighting bug fairy lights. Which are tinier, more delicate versions of traditional ones, and which gently blink off and on, creating the (surprisingly realistic) effect of actual fireflies. It is lovely.
Lovely lovely lovely.
Our son's room when we first moved in (the floors and paint had already been done by a Thumbtack pro; more info on those here).
There's something so special about the room you have when you're a kid. No matter what it looks like - whether it's bare-bones, whether it's fancy, whether it's neat or messy or whatever - you love it, because it's yours. You know every single corner of it; lay awake at night wrapped up in elaborate fantasies about the picture hanging on that wall or the stuffed animals sitting on the chair in the corner.
It's alive in a way that I don't know any room later in life ever is.
