The "Decor-Whore" Shares Some Happiness

Tumblr is not only a place of angsty words spilling from the mouths of privileged teens, or incessant photos of naked women in distinctively awkward poses. It is a land of gems, just hidden gems. Hence why I still have a tumblr, even after slamming my head into my keyboard about four times whenever I scroll through and see yet another girl in a flannel shirt, holding a coffee cup, with the caption, "I just need somebody to love." YOU WON'T FIND SAID PERSON ON TUMBLR.

Well, actually, true story, a girl I knew in high school did in fact find somebody to love in this bizarre world. They're still together, too. Makes for an interesting, "And how did you two meet?" story. But this is beside the point. 

Recently, I wandered into quite a hidden treasure trove actually. Please don't dismiss this tumblr based on its name. Each interior is quality stuff. So this is to you, decor whore, and all your wonderful choices in life.

(I feel as though I should make this a running series. The hidden gems of tumblr. It's tough to find, but when you do find them, it is so worth it.)

The high ceilings are almost reminiscent of a studio, especially with them sleek appliances. But then we can see the farm-house details making an appearance, whether through the statement door at the end of the kitchen, or the paneled cupboards. The implicit contrast is endlessly pleasing. 

There's man caves, and then there's lady caves. This is an example. 

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This is the cheeriest kitchen I've seen in a long time. Perhaps it's because of that adorable dog staring longingly into my eyes, or perhaps it's because they combined the two most pep-me-up colours known to the human eye: sunshine yellow and happy skies blue. 

what's up, buble

A pleasant mixture of rustic and minimalist elements (aka my favourite mixture ever), and I think it was a particularly smart move to adopt the minimalist shelf against the window rather than an aged wooden one. The light coming in is left nice and pure.

Living small - fairly sure that's a washing machine or dryer. Economical! Or just a dishwasher, which may be more probable. But hey, regardless, this kitchen makes me think of baking cupcakes. Fresh, girly, retro times. 

Ah, sometimes light is the only thing you need in a room. It's just a blanket of happiness. I would feel so zen in this room, and that is not a word I regularly use (for good reason, don't wanna be the girl that always comments on the zen qualities in her life... how many people actually know what zen really means anyhow?).

An aga! I grew up with an aga. Reactions are always very perplexed as to what this odd, often colourful cube structure is doing in the kitchen. Is it... a dishwasher? Are those... cabinets? And then you take out a perfectly cooked turkey and their minds are blown. And omgthatwallpaper. Could it be any more adorable? NO. The answer is no. I'm fairly sure I would spend at least five minutes a day just taking in how pretty it looks. 

So much to look at without feeling bombarded by details. This floor is begging to have slippered feet slide across it. Doesn't this table just look like it would facilitate such artistic conversations? A clan of sculptors each making their way into the big league. 

Has anyone seen Tangled? Please don't judge me... but it was a fandiddlytastic movie. Anyway, this room is reminiscent of a modern version of the tower she was locked away in. Surprisingly full of light, with vines creeping in and potted plants. Either way, I would not mind being banished away into a room as cheerful as this. 

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Pretty Patric Pictures

After perusin' through SF Girl By Bay's latest posts, Patric Johansson came into my life.

Yes, we eloped.

No, I kid. But I can say that his photos sure enticed me. 

Ranging from dainty tea parties to industrial white kitchens he's got it all. Take a peak at the goodies over in his portfolio. Don't say I didn't warn you though. There is a high risk of lingering for an hour or two, especially once you start finding where all of the photos otherwise live (Swedish Elle Interior or IKEA catalogues, for example).

Now that I've most likely sufficiently creeped out Patric, let the beauty commence.

Hope your thanksgiving was splendid and delicious and joyous.

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Sun, I Have Missed Thee

The sun is coming, folks.

{we are each other, -, competitive, competitive, -, michele mobley, oubliee, papaya]

A Trip Through the Sun, From France

Ah, this room makes me feel light. Imperfect walls, a rugged collection of paintings and sketches, ultra-bright pillows... just insert me lounging like a cat on the couch right over there. 

That chair. What confidence. Should I mayhaps be in an entirely white & polished room, an iMac gazing into my eyes, with bouquets of my friends poised around the desk in front of me? I could. Or I could totally be the subject of attention against this rustic landscape. 

She prefers eyes on her at all times. But may have to share the attention with that good lookin' ladder.

I'm really curious as to what's above this bed... my dreams would be complete if it were an office that I could just sneak away to without anyone noticing. Or an art studio, omg. Or maybe it's just a hideaway retreat for some relaxation.

Well I just felt like I was walking through the sun. Please invite me over anytime, will you?

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{Style Files}

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}

colourcolourcolour

This is a happy room. It is clinically impossible to be unhappy while you're surrounded by so many vibrant colours.

And P-POW! Hello crazy cool nails. You'll be on my hands one day soon when I (realistically) have about four hours to spare. 

Still can't fully tell if this is a painting or a photo, and that's why it has left me so intrigued. That thick black nail polish, reminiscent of a witch's long tendril of a finger, pressing into the lips of what could be Snow White, it's all so fantasy-like. 

This has been saved on my computer for ages, but I could never find the right post to slot it in. A post about colour, however, now that can work. That yellow is the boldest, most cheery yellow I've seen in a while.

Her silky, dark hair against her milky, white skin is such a beautiful contrast.

Now excuse me while I go look up just how I can master those nails. 

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ps. TGIF.

{1, 2, 3, watercolour, 4, freya}

Delicacies

This'll be short and sweet collection of photos... because of the math textbook taunting me on my desk, waiting for me to study, because that is what my life consists of lately. Studying. I'd much rather be with all of you guys, but duty calls. Save me anytime!

I feel as if I could just slip into this dress and all worries would slip away with it. So pure.

{quiver}

{miss moss}

{oracle fox}

{lyla and blu}

{flickr}

I've actually come across this photo so many times and have always forgotten to save it. That single modern chair leaves such an impact on the whole room, but without taking away from the ruggedly romantic, even sad in a sense, atmosphere. So perfect.

{decor8}

:)

{get ups}

And by delicacies I don't mean a scrumptious form of exotic food, (not that I wouldn't be down for some exotic food right about now, I am so damn bored with what I eat), but just a collection of photos that have a certain "delicate" air about them. When I was scrolling through, that one word kept popping into my mind, so I couldn't help but pull them all together.

Happy thursday night everyone... (one sleep till Friday!)
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