home goods

It's been awhile since I shared pictures of my apartment, so indulge me and pretend you care for a minute. Most everything is thrifted/hand-me-down/swiped from the street (the best place to furniture shop in SF) and everything has just very recently started to come together in a semi cohesive way. I credit this to many late-night rearranging sessions and a healthy willingness to get rid of anything that doesn't fit or is just plain not useful.

My biggest gripe about my apartment is that it has wall-to-wall carpet, and gross wall-to-wall carpet at that. Luckily this flat-woven giant Ikea rug covers up most of the mess in the living room. I just need to find something similar for the dining room now. Someday I'll move, but in the meantime, rent control is a beautiful thing.

room with a view

The best part of living at the top of a hill: whether it's sunny, hazy, foggy, rainy, morning, evening, or nighttime, there's always something pretty to look at from the couch.

my space

a few vignettes from my room

Japan is on my mind, as I'm sure it is yours. Thinking about how tenuous our grasp on normalcy really is kind of puts a new spin on simple luxuries like reading in bed, cooking yourself dinner, or hanging out with friends. It could be snatched away from us at any moment, so shit, enjoy it. Do what you love. And if what you love is to buy things and write about clothes and force your boyfriend to take awkward pictures of what you're wearing, then do it. A tragedy shouldn't force us all to look at our hobbies like they don't make sense anymore. It should have the opposite affect--to strengthen the bond we have to the material world and the things that occupy and keep us happy within it. So no, I don't feel dumb posting pictures of a few random nooks in my room. And, just my two cents, you shouldn't either.

merry merry jingle balls

top to bottom: Deer antlers (craigslist find for $25), posing for pictures with my sister, spiked apple cider, festive holiday manicure, an embellished tree branch
Hosted a little holiday shindig last night. Except for when a case of beers caught on fire, the night actually went off without a hitch. We made spiced cider, put the psychedelic yule log on my new flat screen TV (best OnDemand feature ever) and gorged ourselves on home baked goodies. It's always fun to see how many people you can fit into awkwardly shaped Victorian-era apartments.

oh you fancy, huh?

wearing J. Crew sweatshirt sweater, F21 skirt (wish it was a tad bit longer), Dolce Vita boots, hippie fair necklace, F21 bangle, vintage bag, brandless sunglasses from costume shop

Pictures above were taken when I went to see the Elle Decor Showhouse with my mom this weekend. Each room was decorated by a different interior designer, and while I found the home in its entirety to be painfully overdone, I did fall in love with every single one of its luxuriously appointed bathrooms. I suppose you don't know what luxury is until you sit on a self-flushing/cleaning/closing/heated toilet. Here's to one day living that dream.