Bokja.

I am loving this line of furniture. I think a piece from the collection would be such an amazing addition to an eclectically styled living room. I'm even dreaming of one of their chaises at the end of my bed. Er, uh. If there was room. (I can't wait to own a home.) The company is Beirut based and owned by Hoda Baroudi and Maria Hibri. They reupholster furniture with vintage Middle Eastern and Central Asian fabrics. The result is crazy, but stunning. It might not be your piece of cake, but hopefully you can at least appreciate it's uniqueness!

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Browse for yourself here. I think my favorite is the tripoli chaise.

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What's today again?

Sometimes I think it's nice to have a day that feels separate from everything else going on in life. Anything bothering you, making you worry or stress, just goes away for a little while. And yesterday was just that. I'm looking at a couple of weeks most likely filled with lack of sleep and group nervous and emotional breakdowns. Finals are insane. So Sunday was just some great timing because I think I needed it before I climb into the roller coaster car.

I rode with my sister, Rachael, out to my dad's house who's out of town right now and we told we'd take care of some things. It's a bit of a drive, so we did some major car dancing on the way out there. It's one of our favorite activities I'd say. She mowed the lawn and I laid on the dock at the pond and thought up new ideas that, although require more time than I currently have, were refreshing to come up with and got me excited about the possibilities.

Tank and Zoe. So pitiful. Don't let them fool you.

It was just one of those days where you have to keep asking, "Wait. What's today, again?" And then you try to remember what you should probably be remembering but then realize that right now, you really just don't care.

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It's a vehicular miracle!

No really. You'll never guess. Are you ready?

I cleaned out my car.

Now, if you're not gasping in astonishment, you're having the wrong reaction. Since I started college, I have literally become Hoarders: The Car Edition. No exaggeration. I think it stems from living between too many places. The easiest thing to do was to have something in my car because, HEY! I'll have it no matter where I am! But here we are, last semester of college and I am so over having a messy car its not even funny. I was pulling out of the parking lot after class and just knew. I'm cleaning out my car. NOW. And I feel wonderful about it. I still need to either take it to get detailed or clean it myself, but that will have to be another day. I'm not even joking when I say, I'm pretty sure my car feels lighter when I drive. Maybe its just my imagination. But seriously. maybe not.

In the cleaning out process I found some things I'm super excited about.

1. Battle Studies
2. my favorite nail polish (OPI You Don't Know Jacques)
3. twenty bucks
4. vintage stamps I got while antiquing
5. some pajama pants I love
6. a set of beautiful mugs I totally forgot about

Life is messy enough and I'm ready for everything else to be organized and cleaned out. No extra clutter. After moving once a year in a hurried, spastic fashion, you just become concerned with the packing and the unpacking and stop paying attention to what you're even toting around. So. I'm reverting back to my OCD roots. It's been decided. And I'm excited.

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I like to breathe in books.

One day I'll have a library. And it will smell of books. New ones, and old ones alike. Ones that have seen many shelves, many hands. Shared their story many times. Contributed things to other people's lives. I love the way pages feel. Just a little bit of texture. Crisp pages. The sound they make when they turn. The color they age too. But also when they are fresh, barely opened. I like that color white.

Can you tell I miss reading? I miss having time to read. Even when I have the time now, my mind doesn't slow enough to let me. I used to pour over books. Drive to Barnes and Noble and wander and read a hundred covers until I found one I fell in love with. And I would drive home, barely standing the fact that it was sitting in the seat next to me while I couldn't start it. When I could, I would read it from front to cover. Without stopping. A whole day of reading. Go to sleep satisfied, the story over, or just beginning, maybe.

"A good book should leave you slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. " -William Styron

Oh, library. I wish you were mine.

For the color enthusiast. (The pug just makes it even better.)

Look at these shelves!

Now THIS is the right idea. A bed in your library? I think so. What a dreamy place to nap. So serene. And besides that, most awesome guest bedroom EVER. Especially the second one. I want to live in that room.

If I was a pretty pretty princess.

And for my less girly side. (Which is a majority.)

Now just put a giant bed smack dab in the middle, and we have a winner. Ah, that ceiling.

Dream big, baby. Dream big.

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Oh sweet kitchen o' mine.

So maybe you like to cook. Maybe you like eating what someone else cooks. Or maybe you just like sitting all over the counter with friends for random good conversation. (You know the kind where you finally look at a clock and realize it's 4 am.) I guess there's also option d, all the above. You should know that I renovate/redesign my kitchen in my head at least once a week. God help me if I ever have the time and money to cater to my musings.

all from housebeautiful.com

Something else I've been eyeing lately is the Etsy store of Trixie Delicious. Called Vandalized Vintage, it features vintage china plates, cups, and saucers that have been... well, vandalized. I love how completely unexpected they are. All elegant and flowery and then BOOM.

Sophisticatedly trashy china? Yes, please. My disclaimer is that some are more vulgar than the ones shown here. So visit at your own risk. And shield innocent eyes! That's about all for now, folks.

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