The Cabin Life

I enjoy the distressed wood that has been left exposed by the rods in between. It gives the whole room an even more airy feel to it than solid wood boards. Not to mention the curtains that are as light as feathers. Notes: teapot on the tip of the bed luring you into its coziness and the basket dedicated to pastel cashmere blankets. I should have a basket dedicated to such things. Gotta get with it.

Trend I'm seeing: deliciously tempting treats in rooms. So just in case we don't like the room, there's an excellent chance we'd like the food, and therefore we would like the room. (That's my theory, but it's not the case with this room. It's wonderful.)

The designers of this cabin tapped into my deepest subconscious desires. Wow.

Deer heads above matching single beds. Too adorable! Now we just need a pair of twins playing the flute in matching dresses the hue of Tiffany & Co. boxes. 

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Character

These are a few beauties of rooms I stumbled across while tumblin'. 

So much going on, and yet it's all so perfectly connected. The room just above is crazy. It's as if they just decided, "To heck with traditional dining rooms! Let's just throw everything we like in one room!" And bam, what do you get? A room with clear practicality, but also a sense of style so unique there's no way you'll see a replica of it anywhere. Note the teal tiles between the arches framing the artwork and mirrors.    

A hint of brick or an entire wall of it, either way it is simply a necessity in my future home. There's no way I can go without it. Whenever I see those delicious mixtures of deep burgundy in a room, it's that rugged touch that draws me in. The sense of masculinity against a feminine palette, or that character that makes the room seem so much more lived in and has so much more story behind it.

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{images credited by clicking, other than the ones I can't find, but I do not own any of these pretty shots}

So Much Soul, Man

You know, over the last few months keeping this blog, one of the things that has stuck with me the most is the realization that it is impossible to create a home out of a catalogue of furniture and adding in a few "current trends"and to be able to expect that you, or anyone, will feel inspired by what you have created. The intricacy in someone's personal style comes to life through the pieces they put in their home that is not in the catalogues, like the trinkets they leave on their bedside table, or the nostalgic fragments of their childhood placed in a glass jar, or the art they choose to put on their walls. I couldn't ask for a better example than the home above when trying to explain just what I'm saying. Look over these photos again, paying very close attention to the art that has been put on her walls, and what she must be trying to convey or what she herself becomes inspired by. They must have spoken to her in one way or another. I think that, for the most part, the art someone has decided to put on their walls is the single most telling feature about them. 

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ps. Now that we're on this topic, I feel I must introduce my mermaid, a delicate creature picked up by my mum a few years back, kept in her little haven of a glass jar, where it almost seems as if she is in the water because of her untamed, vibrantly red curls that cling to the surface of the glass. Isn't she serene? The fact that I haven't come across anything like her makes me love her that much more. It's these little things that make a home feel your own. :)

Glimpse Of Summer

Okay, so the last one has a very probable chance of not happening anytime soon... but I can always dream! 

*One. Nautical stripes are always in. Eyes the exact colour of a tropical sea are also always in.

*Two & Three. These bold, cheery homes painted in the scheme of a rainbow are actually inhabited by a colony of faeries! Well, no, I wish, but it really could pass as one, couldn't it. It seems like just such a happy place to live.

*Three. Highlight of my summer: jumping off the highest peaks we can find into the ocean below. No match for the adrenaline I feel. 

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ps. If you do happen to follow my tumblr, you'll see that I'm trying to get my beloved Little Rabbit Ears caught up with the astronomical amount of photos I uploaded there, so please bear with me! 

The Happy Simplicity of Bow Ties

Bows!

I should wear more bows. Bow ties, ribbons, headbands, anything with bows really. It's such a feminine, dainty, and just downright adorable accessory.

Maybe I'll name my boy Beau too. And my dog, Bow! It all works out so perfectly!

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ps. Have I said bow enough in this post?

{Katie Armour}

Well, Aren't These Nice?

A must-have for my future summer home, tree trunks for table legs. And the whitest of the white surfaces in combination with the natural walls? Just delightful. It's as if the nature on the outside is just gradually seeping inside.

Floral + clean bricks + sleek black = genius.

A collection of different styles here, but each just as charming as the next. Love them all.

*m

ps. This is eerily mesmerizing.

But this isn't eerily mesmerizing. This is just the opposite. It's wonderfully amusing! I desperately want to join him! 

(please click him)

For Those With A Lust for Traveling

Finally I know what to do with my empty and oh-so-sad wall. Now where can I find a poster this big!

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{sweet home style}

Kittens In Bowls!

I really need to brush up on my Japanese some more and figure out what exactly is going on! Essentially the kittens seem to be finding their way into ceramic bowls... while they/we all squeal with excitement at how adorable it is. Some find this kind of thing nauseating, as in just so not cute and more completely ridiculous (I think I'm smack in the middle), so I left a little screenshot to let you all know what is to come... the title wasn't lying. It is literally kittens in bowls. Nothing less and nothing more! Well maybe except for the kitten who rolled in his bowl. That was huge. 

Here's the real thing. Skip to 0:24 if you want to get right to the action. This can be considered your "healthy dosage of cuteness" for the month too.

...I know. Adorable/what?!

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{inside stoop}

Rustic Fortresses

Doesn't this look like it was just discovered in the middle of a far off, tropical jungle? Home to a very chic Tarzan and Jane, that is.

The hammock of my dreams. The color palette is so soothing, I feel relaxed already. Not to mention the delicate scattering of lanterns, all painted a crisp white, and the books and snacks in arm's reach... IT'S JUST TOO MUCH.

My newest addition to the growing list of beautiful forts. Could be my favourite. Just look at all the room you'd have under this! You can stand up! Revolutionary! 

Well, isn't this charming. I spy with my little eye a tambourine! You don't see those too often. A tambourine with a pair of drums, perfect. I love the idea of sitting on such wonderfully embroidered pillows too, especially if it's sand that will touch my toes anyways.

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{Acid Gypsy, Pienoy, Sweet Home Style, 100 layer cake}

Beautiful Words.

"I would like to be the air

that inhabits you for a moment

only. I would like to be that unnoticed

& that necessary."

--Margaret Atwood from Variations on the Word Sleep

"So avoid using the word 'very' because it's lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don't use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do."

-- Dead Poets Society, 1989

"Maybe I love you,

maybe I just like the sound,

but if you disappear,

you'll still hear

when my heart hits the ground."

--Holding Us Back, Katie Herzig

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{quotes from my tumblr}

Little Ballerina

David Eustace, already renowned in portraits, revealed that in order to capture the "precision and grace of ballerina Tomomi Sato, he filmed her in action, revealing frame-by-frame the delicate beauty inherent in her mastery of dance." Just magnificent. Honestly, the music alone is haunting while she dances away, exquisitely, and I was captured so off guard when she lifted her chin to reveal the white, mime-like face staring back at me. From that point on I was mesmerized with this little girl who was able to move with such impeccable elegance, hitting each and every pose with such finesse. It looked as if dancing was the only thing that could make such a sad little mime happy, the only way she could truly express herself.

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{The Anthropologist}

Everyone Has A Favorite

Just as I was perusing through Anthropologie's site for some much needed inspiration, I came across these absolutely whimsical knobs and doorsteps, all involving an intricately made animal. This is the type of thing that fits perfectly into saying, "It's the small things that count." How happy would I feel every time I went to open up my drawers... positively bubbly. Now every time I look over at my desk to its achingly simple, white, circular knobs... I weep a little inside. Yes, weep. (Weep! Weep! If you say that enough times, it kind of makes me wonder why it ever became a word to describe crying. It sounds like a cheerful little bird!) 

"...and then she said to me..."

Hey.

"I will guard your bathrobe with my life." Doesn't he look trustworthy? 

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{Anthropologie}