Rarely does a piece of furniture leave me absolutely speechless. This one has. Absolutely. Speechless. Enjoy the silence.{chair of my dreams, designed by Mario Marenco, here}
Rarely does a piece of furniture leave me absolutely speechless. This one has. Absolutely. Speechless. Enjoy the silence.
So I know I wax poetic about these rooms I post, ad nauseum. I sometimes (read: often) want to hit myself over the head from all the " I loves," and "swoons," and "pitter pats" that I utter. As I'm sure do you. But as I've said before, this blog is my happy place, a scrapbook of sorts, of rooms that I, well, love (I'm ducking, please don't swing). And this daily pretty is no exception. I'm loving, swooning, and my heart is pitter pattering all over this one. Yes folks, I've got some serious room envy. The gorgeous cabinets, the sick ( as in positively fabulous) ladder, and the crustacean skeleton. Yes, that's a lobster skeleton and now I will search all my live long days for one of my very own! All of these elements make me giddy and I bet they make you feel the same. Come on, you can say it, I promise it's just between us friends...do you feel "swoony?" ;0)
The size of that grand door, the woodwork, those swoopy built-in seats...makes my heart go pitter pat, in rapid fire mode! 






Here is another incarnation of the exquisite home featured in the previous post. Perfectly decorated, the already seemingly perfect space absolutely shines. This is one of my all time Domino favorites, just brilliant!






I suppose this is what they mean by the expression, "got good bones." An amazing renovation that took an already stunning shell and made it absolutely spectacular. I love how the architect honored the beauty of the original details and brought new life to the old spaces. The floors, the mouldings, the beautifully detailed arched pass-throughs, nothing has gone unnoticed and all is highlighted at its best.








Beautifully remodeled vintage home. This one is particularly close to my heart. When my husband and I were 23 we purchased our first home, a perfectly preserved little rancher from the '60s. We bought it from the original owners and every detail had been left intact, from the gold starbursts on the formica countertops to the broken tile entry floor and the vintage sliding glass doors and windows. At the time, finishing school and beginning life were the priorities and so we left it as is. To this very day we regret the sale of that home. Our family grew and so it was inevitable that we would move on to a bigger home in a better school district...yada, yada, yada. But, I still miss that pristine little gem and often daydream about the renovation we might have embarked upon.
First spotted at the always inspiring, always pretty, always makes me happy, Mary Ruffle.













