For the Broke

In my search for headboard alternatives:

I'm not huge on decals (sometimes, a girl just needs dimension), but this would be the one I would get.

How cool are these?! Lots more to look at here.

All About the Desk

 "It's all about the desk. If I find the desk, the writing will come." - Carrie Bradshaw

 Random corner of stuff I haven't figured out what to do with yet.

 I fit this couch into my Honda. That car never ceases to amaze me.

Craigslist find of my life! Why would anyone want to get rid of this?! It's so beautiful, even the chips in the marble seem like they're right.

There's still a lot of work to be done -- art, rugs, a whole room, the ugly TV stand to DIY (somehow). But it's a good start in the right direction. I'll post up a whole list of things I'm thinking about doing soon!

Breakfast at Tiffany's

For some odd reason, I've had these pangs to watch this movie (...for the x time) again, if not for style/interior inspiration (it does have the most iconic dress in Hollywood history), then just for some romantic (is that the right word?) inspiration. You know -- that feel good intrinsic...thing (gosh, I'm being incredibly articulate today) that comes from a story that takes two characters with real-world flaws and gives them unreal love. I just need my new loveseat (which I'm picking up this weekend!) to curl up on and a bottle of white. And time -- that's important, too.

How is it that every shot of this film is a friggin poster? It's ridiculous.

The Twin Cities

Last week, I got to tag along to an event my company was hosting in Minneapolis a.k.a. City of the Strangest Names (Minnehaha) and the Sweetest People on the Planet. Everyone calls you "lovey" or "dovey" or "lovey-dovey," and every time I heard that off-kilter Minnesotan accent, I mean, how can you not smile? Maybe I've just been in Chicago too long.


The point is, we stayed at the W Minneapolis at The Foshay, and it was...kind of incredible. The last time I stayed at the W was at the Times Square, New York with my mother, and from what I remember, it was too much, sleazy, and all wrong. But take a look at this one --

You can't really see it, but there are little welcome letters on the desk. Details, my friends!

Lobby

Foyer -- maybe the sleaze-lessness and charm comes from the building being so old. The Foshay is an art deco building from the 1920s.

I can't get a good photo, but these high back chairs were paired all along the foyer, and they were my favorite part.

Yeah, it was still a little too much, but sometimes more is more.

P.S. I studied for the GREs last night. The things Norman gets me to do...

On Ikea

"IKEA is a retail tower defense game where you are the enemy trying to navigate the maze without losing all your money before the exit." 


(via apartment therapy)

Confessions of a Craigslist-aholic

Any good blogger knows poor blog maintenance means death. Oops.

But I swear I can't believe it's been a month since I've posted -- life is sneaky like that. And I-cannot-tell-a-lie I'm processing the last three weeks as I am writing this post.

I've graduated. High school. Wait, no, college. High school. College. I've graduated from something.

I've had two five eighteen one hundred and sixty four a lot of crises (involving the who, where, what, bills and other monkeys that come with graduating and starting a job two weeks later and finding the time to get the remains of my life in California all wrapped up somewhere between Northwestern and Real Life).

I've gotten a chance to reconnect with my family after six months, and I never even knew how much I missed the insanity that gallops in the family.

I finally got a Macbook (!!!).

And lastly, I've been cheating on fashion with furniture. (Don't reread that -- you got it right.) Yep, I've been so excited to move into this new apartment that I've become a bonafide Craigslist/Apartment Therapy/DIY blog/Etsy/West Elm nut job. You must understand -- I'm not just giddy about our amazing newly gutted space in Logan Square, I'm looking forward to finally having a space I can call my own with some kind of permanence (or semi-permanence...more permanence than undergrad). For the first time, I have a place I can start really investing in. (Stay tuned for a follow up post on "home".)

I still can't really visualize the apartment since I haven't seen it in a while, but here are a few things I'm really loving:

West Elm duvet cover

UO sham

A union jack something is a non-negotiable.

I mean I can take this room, too. That could be a non-negotiable. I can settle.

Coffee table on casters! Probably out of my price range, but the sheepskin rug is also a non-negotiable.

Awesome mirrors that are also out of my price range.

Acrylic lamp! Also out of my price range.

Acrylic bench

...that is also out of my price range.

You know what. This is my blog. I can dream.

Goodnight.