A Moment

Can we also stop for a moment and declare our mutual longing for this adorable little fellow to be gracing the countertops of kitchens universally wide? Yes. Thank you for that moment of silence in awe of his charm.

Anthropologie

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Mind = Blown

Every now and then I'm really glad I have a book of faces (facebook) because you can come across some damn nifty things. Of course, it's relatively akin to shopping at a dingy thrift store. Most of the articles you see, you may question humanity as to why they were ever even created in the first place, like a turtle neck with a bunny silhouette cut out to show bare skin on the neck (or in terms of dear facebook, cue dramatically passive agressive statuses about a boy, potentially in poetry, or perhaps a mobile upload with the caption, "Hard day," and a girl with immaculately straightened hair in front of a mirror putting on a sad face). Then, out of nowhere, comes a reason as to why you went there in the first place. An absolute treasure has been revealed.

Now I've always been fascinated by how our mind can play tricks on us with music and headphones in. As in when a cello is playing on what seems like one side of your brain, and then Adele is belting it out on the other. I can vividly see some casual cellist sitting on a miniature chair atop my gross looking brain, knowingly smiling at Adele.

So, enough of my rambling and to the point, do you fancy a virtual haircut? Have you been looking in the mirror and thinking, "What happened, when did I become Hagrid?" This is for you. And even if you've looked in the mirror and thought, "Holy crap, gotta take this sexuality down a notch," still listen because, shhh, you don't actually get a hair cut.

LISTEN.
I DEMAND YOU!
Please.
With a cherry on top.

Mind will be blown by clicking this sentence, with your headphones already in otherwise it will all literally be ruined.

And now, partly because now my blog looks consumed by words, here are some dreamy pictures for you.

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Rabbit Earz Tumbla:

Fresh Sheets

You know what never fails to put me in a good mood?

FRIDAYS! Yippee!

And also a freshly made bed. Particularly when I'm about to fall asleep in it. And fully know that I can sleep in until my heart's content the next morning.

Although typically I don't fall asleep in such a dainty, low backed blouse with a wreath of flowers around my head. Maybe one day. But let's be real, a flannel pj set is much more comfortable.

However, no matter what you are wearing, each of these beds will accept you with open arms, and you can settle into a dreamy utopia underneath its crisp, inviting sheets...

If I were to live in this bedroom, my Sunday mornings would be perfection. 

"Hm, I should really get up..."

Rolls onto the bean bag.

"Good enough for me."

Really enjoying the yellow flowahz. Although with these eclectic pillows, and all their warm tones, any colour would be splendid.

Those windows are so generous with light, wow. I am in love with them. Although, gotta say, if you replaced the flowered wallpaper behind with distressed, white wood, I would die in the face of its beauty.

Fireplace within an arm's reach of the bed! Comfort level: infinity! I feel so at peace looking at this.

This bedroom is downright teasing me.

Sometimes though an unmade bed is just as tempting, probably because it reminds me of the glorious time when I was sound asleep under its warmth. Mmm...

And how beautifully serene is this little girl? Her hair is identical to my mermaid's. 

Has to be my absolute favourite of Sally Mann's photography. 

Goodnight lovelies.

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{pinterest, roland persson, desire to inspire, pinterest 2, style with good taste, home sweet home, ms lady day, design sponge, nicety, desiretoinspire, pinterest 3}

Scandinavian Haven

I have always been drawn to the crisp whites of Scandinavian design, and so of course this home was just irresistible to me. The kitchen is just perfect. I would cook yummy pasta salads all afternoon, with the light pouring in through the generous windows, and have a friend or two playing the ukulele in the corner while we laugh over life's frivolity. Oh hawhawhaw! Life is grand.

But honestly, this is one of my favourite examples of Scandinavian design. The cheery yellow of the desk chair, along with the abundance of animal portraits on sheets and pillows, the rustic windows, the set of retro lockers... it all conveys such a clear, easy-living lifestyle. It's also inevitable that if the walls are painted such a white white, that the furniture and design of the home will speak for themselves. They dictate how the home will feel. Whether that is minimalist, retro, rustic, or romantic. Scandinavian design allows for you to express your individuality, but in a subtle way.

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ps. Sorry I left you without some rabbit ears for the weekend. I was away at a women's leadership conference. It was fascinating. Not to mention I met someone who is currently living my dream job - a sustainable architect, so I'm a happy camper.

Highly recommend you watch this documentary as soon as you can. It's appalling the direction our media is taking us.

{Living Agency}

An Injection of Subtle Luxury

Fur and chandeliers. That is the instant remedy for an injection of some much needed luxury, if you ever find yourself in that position. Evidence? Well. The room itself, empty, is completely and totally rustic, almost to the point of appearing incomplete with the bare and minimalist cement flooring.
The room would be expecting to be filled with a chipped white table or two, a faded floral chair here, some dainty flowers hanging over there...

But!

Add a dangerously soft looking fur throw over top of the bed and suddenly this room no longer appears minimalist but royally rustic. Such a delicate balance between two contrasting looks, but it is, if I do say so myself, perfection.

And of course, wear your poppy with pride today, folks. Lest we forget.

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{greige design, homie, miss design}

Bonjour, mon cheri

Well, I just love this fella to bits. Who wouldn't want this charming young deer chillin' on their desk? 

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.

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}

Supersize Me

If you want to make a statement, here's the formula: take an already bare wall, supersize a portrait of the wealthy from way way way back when, and plaster it on as if it were wallpaper, and voila! Your room is sure to be quite the conversation starter. And I love how perfectly nonchalant these fellas are, as if they just casually sauntered in, and oh! Why, you just caught me writing a letter! I didn't see you there! Or, oh! I just happened to walk through the door covered in multiple capes of fur (he's a boss) and there you are painting me. 

In all honesty though, these rooms are probably the most dramatic I've seen and certainly the most unique. I was wowed.

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{automatism}

The Simplest of Sweaters

The type of sweater I can throw on at any given time of day with a pair of jeans and head out the door are always number one for me. Effortless, comfortable, and in a soothing shade of grey.

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{after dark}