Where I Would Like to be Studying Right Now

Exams are burying young men and women around the world. Frantic, dazed, sleepless youth are wandering in and out of libraries, coffee shops, basements of their dorms.

I am one of them.

*insert dramatic music*

And now, on my study breaks, my eyes have become trained to focus in on books or computers or desks or anything else in resemblance of my setting of the last few days. Some of my favourites.

(This is really all just an excuse to show books in rooms looking adorable.)

(Desire to Inspire)

For some reason, I always associate a fashion editor or photographer dwelling in this room. Most likely in some dramatically upscale outfit in bursts of colour, casually flipping through a magazine, or running her fingers down the spines of the impressively monochromatic book collection.

(Airows)

(House to Home UK)

Ah, it's a dangerous ting indeed to have two vintage suitcases right in view whilst studying.

1. I would muse about couples eloping in the fifties, rebelling against society with the thrill of adventure fuelling their journey.

2. I would dream about flying home in a creamy trenchcoat and robin's egg blue oxford shoes to match my trunk.

3. Well, I would literally leave.

(Blood and Champagne, aka the sweetest site I have found in a very long time)

Scrolling down past this image made my eyes widen like I just saw Santa Claus. That wood, is gorgeous. It reminds me of caramel macchiatos and Christmas fireplaces. And at the same time, I love how mysterious I would appear to any guests if they asked what I kept in there and I would simply reply, "I can't go into that right now." 

I like to think of myself as quite the enigma, as you can see (this may or may not be true, most likely not).

(My Paradissi, via Interior Inspirations)

(Interior Inspirations)

The good ol' days. It's weird to me that I can actually say that without it being laughably near to my age now. Reminds me of when I was nine or so and said, "Well I remember when I was young..." and the small party of adults near me roared with laughter to my sincere confusion.

(Design Files)

DAMN STRAIGHT, do I enjoy this office or what. If I walked into this office, I would immediately expect to be meeting with someone with a hell of a lotta swag and I may not want to leave their presence in the hopes of sneaking some. Or at the very least attempt to steal one of those sweet ceramic white legs to place, very randomly, into my dorm. 

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The Purpose of Long Weekends

"Dear sleep, I know we had problems when I was younger. But now I love you."

This utopic scene may have made an appearance way back in the day but it's just so soothing. Couldn't resist. It's flirting with my desire to leave all the work I've conveniently left until today to get through and instead to slip away for a few hours in its endless amounts of pillows and sheets.

Treehouse swag, yo. Straight up. Looks like a clan of gypsies would live here, and I'm assuming they'd get along with me so I could live here too.

The darkness is hugging you in this room. Book lovers must be crying tears of joy right about now. 

Anyways, Happy Easter everyone! 

Short and sweet. Now get back to hunting for those eggs the bunny left behind.

But first, I must show you my foodgawker worthy yogurt parfait.

Nummy in my tummy.

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{don't know!, Between Dreams, Apricot Tea and Honey, Palides, Woah It's Lindsey, Apricot, can't find!, can't find!, Scandinavian Retreat, faizrosli}

Spring Spring Spring!

Oh golly jee willickers, it's SPRING! Officially. Completely. No joking around.

Mother Nature just took her sweet time to bring us even a hint of sunshine here on the west coast, though, didn't she? But now that it's here, I'll be oh-so-courteous and oh-so-grateful because I was beginning to imagine my life as permanently monochromatic. 

But NO! This is what my life looks like now! 

That's me... there in the back... oh, behind that girl... oh wait, you can't really see me... but I swear I was with them, I swear!

Ben Gile's work is so perfect for spring. Each piece is livened up by these electrifying colours of flowers in full bloom. 

But he also experiments with vintage photos in the most provocative ways, too.

So that I'm like, oh, this guy is a creative collage genius. 

This fella knows what he's doing. And I am definitely going to plaster my inspiration board with these. 

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Feminine Functionality

Oh, hello there chair of my dreams. Correction: entire desk of my dreams. Not too cluttered, and not too minimalist to the point where if I left an eraser at a forty-five degree angle the world would implode. 

The collection of logs adds a very "rugged but still totally feminine getaway" look. That's a term, right?

Oh, ho, ho! Deja vu! I love seeing how a bedroom fits into the rest of its home.

Yet another fur throw! I'd get along with this girl for sure. And would ya look at that painting, it blows me away. So much warmth and emotion.

I can already envision myself groggily stumbling in, and just instantly be perked up with this amount of light. Even if it were rainy, I feel like the colour of the wall, although dark, is actually quite comforting. Kind of wraps you up in its comforting hue.

I love when a home strikes the right balance between making a statement and actual practicality, so that you can really imagine yourself living there. I know I'm not alone when I say that I can easily see myself working away at that luxuriously comfortable desk, or curled up with a fur throw in the inviting living room (because let's be honest, fur throws are something of a staple in this house). 

Sometimes though, practicality can be interpreted as completely minimalist, when it's just bare white walls, dramatically high ceilings, with a single navy couch in the middle of the room and a stainless steel encased fireplace, maybe a red tricycle in the corner for a statement. But, I really can't see myself living in a place like that. Because although you could say that minimalism is the height of functionality, we're all human, and we need comfort, too.

That said, I understand that some people would want total and complete minimalism because that is what they find comforting in itself. Just my two cents.

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{Design Sponge}

Jumbled Up Inspiration

I am alone with the beating of my heart. Beautiful. Initially, there's almost a taste of melancholy to it, but as I thought about it more, swimming brings a sense of peace. When you're gliding through the water, the water rushing past your skin, entirely quiet all around you, the beating of your heart is all that is registered... that is peace, if only for a moment. 

Aga! I have an Aga oven, a creamy yellow four door model, and it's so loved. Every morning, there's either a progressively gangly, small blonde boy sitting on the rug in front of it (my eleven year old brother), or a sleepy chocolate lab, soaking up its warmth.

Below you can see said sleepy dog. (Cellphone quality, folks, but you get the gist.)

All white, white, white, done completely right!

In love with their somber little faces. I would like one of each, please.

I am in love with how the water stretches the scenery behind it. It looks like they're could be an alternate, dreamy world going on in the base of the light bulb. Ooh, and not to mention the way the light would catch the water at night. It would just be too much. 

A collection of jumbled up inspirations to share! ^How cool is that, by the way. It moves with the wind of cyber space. I don't know why, but whenever I see a photo that begins to move, when otherwise I would've expected for it to stay completely still, I'm too mystified.

Hope you're all doing just dandy, I have missed you!
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{images credited by linking, there are a few I couldn't trace back though, let me know if you know!}

Shoes Galore!

Shoes designed to increase the appearance of walking speed by up to 10 km/h. You don't slowly saunter down a street, you strut down those streets with a blur of the high heels right behind you!  (But seriously, I am in love.)

Chanel.

So, keep in mind, this is all in one apartment aka one very, very lucky woman owns this many freakin' awesome shoes. Hey now, hey now. Don't hate. I'm allowed to say "freakin'" in very rare circumstances... and I keep it to a minimum because somehow I always end up feeling like some gangly, awkward teenager who's getting way too excited over something but hates to swear and you know, just wants to express herself, and why doesn't anyone understand her and why does her life just suck so much and i'msofullofangstnoonegetsmypoetry... that's how it feels. In a nutshell. Hence the reason why I don't use it all too much.

Back to the point.

Lately shoes are quite the regulars on the coffee tables and the couches of ladies with serious swag. No more will they hide in the closet! They want to be seen, to be embraced as all they are! And clearly it can give every room just a little extra kick and to really prove to people that this young woman is comfortable in her own shoes and that she just has every part of her life figured out from head to toe. See what I did there. Oh so sneaky...

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{the coveteur again}

One Badass Hippo

First let me just say how much I love her dress. Very chic.

And now let me say (stop reading here if I'm not allowed to say it) how much I adore this apartment to bits. Usually I have a tendency to be drawn to rooms where there is less going on. Not in a minimalist sense, although that can be equally tempting if done in a certain way, but more of a "if you lived here there will be nothing that will ever go wrong again, ever" kind of way. You know, with gleaming white counter tops, dainty vases of fresh flowers, wide open shutter windows with light washing over the walls... so that imagining any stress whatsoever taking place there seems literally impossible. 

But this apartment is like a feast for the eyes in another way. Every place my eyes seemed to rest, even for a moment, there was something intriguing staring back at me. A statue of a tough, chocolate bull dog, a pop of bright pink in the form of a tree stump stool, two leather chairs that seem right out of Star Trek, a truly 80's boombox radio, dazzling jewelry, all so meticulously organized, or a very happy collection of book ends and miniature statues adorning the book case. So just as the rooms of impossible stress tempt me in one way, this room tempts me in another. One can really imagine a life going on here. It isn't too prim and perfect. There's room for a little healthy chaos, and once all is well in the world, you can take a visit to your hippo friend who just so happens to be a bartender at the same time. There is so much glamour, and so much ingenuity. I can practically feel the creativity pulsing through the veins of this designer, becoming more and more exhilarated with each vintage trinket or bold piece he or she found.

And so of course it makes sense that an editor from Vogue lives here. Honestly, how am I not surprised.

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ps. Can no longer find the link, however, if you are dying out of desperation to find it, I will make sure to look through each page in my history to find it. At this point though, True Blood is calling my name. Forgive me.