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Dressing up in Barcelona

Anthropologie tortures me. I can never bring myself to actually spend that kind of money on clothing items that aren’t everyday pieces. On the flip side, I’m not one of those girls that can come up with that look by digging through miscellaneous racks at TJMaxx. Maybe I’m just too practical to pick out clothes that can’t be totally mix’n’match and can’t be put into more then one outfit. Will I be found wearing black cigarette jeans at the age of 85? Most likely.

This season’s more traditional look, taking cues from the 20s and 50s, is totally up my alley. I can’t get enough of the dresses that hit at the natural waist, scarves, polka dots, and boiled wool hats. Nothing too short, nothing too revealing, and remembering that a woman’s sexiness can be found in her shape.

I appreciate outfits that make appearing ladylike just that bit more idiotproof. Note the “appear.” I’m not making any guarantees given that while I may look ladylike, my level of frustration on any given day may turn me into a a foul-mouthed sailor.

Then there are the destinations. Each catalog showcases yet another travel destination that I have to add to my must-see list. This season Barcelona has me dreaming of Gaudi and his world of fascinating architecture. If I’m going to spend portions of an evening drooling over catalogs then there might as well be some intellectual content to it.

photo source: Anthropologie

Attached at the Hip | Part 5

{ Monday Blog Series: We’re going to start the week from now on with a little tidbit that will lovingly be titled Attached at the Hip. It’s going to be the day of the week that we bring you reports of things we did together or our different takes on things. It will be a day of sisterhood, adventures and a general state of ridiculousness. Why not celebrate how much we love one another and how different yet the same we are?! }


This weekend the process of beautifying my apartment spread out of the kitchen and took on a mind of its own. A of course was enlisted to provide manual labor and keep me sane throughout the whole process. If I’m gutting out the kitchen why not paint my living room teal? I’ve been drooling over teal spaces for some time now. I’m hoping that in combination with my mildly mismatched furniture it will bring together that Anthropologie look that I absolutely love. We shall see…. jury’s still out on that one.

We had a great day of a painful work out, Subway sandwiches picnic style on the floor, and much discussion of upcoming blog fodder. Nothing like being able to count on your sister for impromptu painting. But after all, she is beautifying her suburban cabana.


Bedroom dreams…

And no I don’t mean that in a dirty way. My bedroom has been an ongoing work in progress and I have been searching for inspiration to complete it. I’m kind of a Vermont grandma at heart and love to be surrounded by quilts, flannel, old-fashioned spindled beds, wall hangings and books. Its transformation started with hunting down my favorite wrought iron bed on the clearance section of Pottery Barn. I watched for weeks as the price dropped and dropped until I was worried it would go out of stock. Then followed that with committing to my mustard yellow wall color. Waking up on Saturday mornings and being surrounded by yellow just makes me happy and brings a positive start to every weekend.

Then there is the quest for the perfect bedding. Which is just an expensive proposition because you need multiple sets. My bedroom needs to be a space where I feel comfortable being a little messy. I love bedding that looks pretty and comfy even when a bed is left unmade. This is followed by the quest for the ideal clothing storage. I do have to say I have a really serious craving for a mirrored dresser however I was thinking I could get away with painting an old hand-me down one silver to get a similar effect.

It is also the space where I put family pictures on display. So the question is picture wall? Or ledge for them to sit on? I’m leaning more towards picture ledge because I have various prints and figurines that could be layered amongst the photos. Oh the dilemmas in life. Is there ever a point when a project like is done or does it just keep on going?


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