My week went something like this: Wake up bright and early, work on NBA All-Star till dark, come home to freelance work and a million emails, Starbucks Carmel Macchiato (yep, at night) , fall into bed, rinse & repeat. I am so glad it’s Friday! My suitcase is half-packed, I keep looking at the e-tickets for Gala & I, I keep chatting with Bianca about the shoots we have planned in New York, it’s all so exciting! What’s that motto? Work hard and play hard? That’s something I can wholly get behind!
Hello! Leave it to IKEA to almost tempt me to buy a box of chocolates for myself. That packaging! Perfect for that modern valentine vixen in your life!
Welcome to my living room. We’d had a hand-me-down couch since we moved in that was much too large for the space but lo and behold, my brother found a quaint little 50s / 60s black vinyl couch on the side of the road a few weeks back. It needs a little TLC but we love it. Oh, and that black globe. Every living room needs one! Note: I am not a taxidermy fiend, my brother is. Ahem. We have three bears in our living room. While Joey and I are of the mindset that less is more, my brother is our polar opposite, feeling that more is better.
When I was in Seattle two weekends ago, the only thing I brought back were some Pantone goodies. I am a self-proclaimed Pantone junkie and my all-time favorite store in Seattle is Paper Haus. They have loads of the stuff. It’s a designer’s dream come true just walking in there. I picked up some pencils, an eraser and a business card organizer book.
In other house-related news, when we moved in nearly two years ago, off my bedroom was a massive unfinished attic area. I always just kept the door closed and never gave the space much thought. When Joey moved in, he needed a studio space and has been remodeling it over the last few months. It’s gone from bare-bones rafters to being fully dry-walled. And now it even has all white wood floors! I’m waiting till he’s fully finished to give you the full tour but wow, it’s looking good.
P.S. My current desktop. Nobody can touch the King of Pop.