A few months ago, I made a new friend at work. Through a project we did together, I had the pleasure of visiting J’s apartment. The second she opened her door, I was blown away by the space and how she had chosen to decorate it.
Her everyday dishes are vintage tea cups, plates and heirloom silverware.
Her home is a study in cozy, hippy/shabby chic, Provencal style that she is continuously and patiently adding to.
Suddenly all those House & Home magazines are not so intimidating anymore.
A cozy nook to read and dream (Christmas tree idea: keep it simple with white lights and angel wings)
It’s all in the details-clockwise: thrift store frames for treasured family and favorite snapshots, original fixtures in the bathroom, a chandelier in the kitchen, her grand-papa’s binoculars
Everywhere I looked, there was something to catch my eye and keep me still for awhile. J and her BF are huge music lovers (UNDERSTATEMENT). The last time I heard music on vinyl, I think I was ten years old. Note to self: I need to look for my dad’s record player.
“Cashmere pillows are the best investment EVER.”
Quilting and lace
