Thursday, September 29, 2011

My Life in iPhone photos

Do you ever have the feeling that if you were to die suddenly, all your friends and family would have to do is scroll through your camera roll and they'd have an instant feed of your thoughts in the last weeks of your life.

Me too, and people would probably think I'm some kind of style schizophrenic because it would go something like this:

The city of Chicago has the highest percentage of alcohol-quote boards in the entire country. 
Which is why I should live there.

"Learn to bake bread" has been mocking me from it's place on my life-to-do list for the last 3 years.
But my bread would look so cool in this. 

This adorableness stares at me every morning as I get ready. It's amazing I leave the house at all. 
Also, he has more friends on facebook than me. 

Sometimes when I'm reading magazine on the go (or at Barnes&Noble) I snap pictures of things I love to remember them. $13 for a customized luggage tag, people. Go buy in bulk from Esty here.

I so badly wanted to take this sideboard home, gussy it up and have a cocktail party with it. 

I have not so fleeting fantasies of roadtrip vacations in vintage airstreams just like this one.
How did this end up in my camera roll?

I had to put my phone in stealth mode to snap a picture of a table set up that made me want to head straight to the Willard Hotel for tea.

This was my happy hour view last week. I need more friends with boats in my life. 
Applications currently being accepted.

I swear I just saw these in a JCrew ad. Why didn't I buy them at the flea market?

Spotted on my trip to Boston last weekend. 
My intense, undying love for blue and white stripes keeps getting my hispter application denied.

This would look so fabulous in just about any single room you could imagine. Snatched up by a woman wearing a scrunchie who was ahead of me. Where's a gang of hipsters when you need them?

We should teach this in schools. The new Bare Essentials ad campaign that I snapped while reading a magazine chocked full of models. But then I read this NY Times article about how all the models were chosen for this ad campaign through a personality questionnaire, sight unseen.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Touch of Blue Bedroom

I have a love/hate relationship with the color blue, so it never ends up in my house. But the cool color pallete in this bedroom come across so rich, it might just push me into my very own blue period.

Here's some relatively inexpensive sources to make it your very own

Pillow: Z Gallerie
Dresser: Walmart

Friday, September 23, 2011

Mamma's got a brand

These adorable bookplates, customized and printed from Etsy make a bookclub baby gift memorable even after the 1,589,968,987 you've read Go Dog Go. 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Thursday Tabletop: Blue Mason Jars

Last weekend while meandering around the flea market near my house I came across this group of blue mason jars. Trying to resist the urge to buy things I don't really need, I stood there racking my brain for all the realistic ways I could use theses in my life in immediate future. Ultimately, I passed them by and now I'm over run with ideas for them. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. C'est la vie. 

Mason Jars as drink personalized drinking glasses are my absolute favorite. 

Source: via Abby on Pinterest

Making basic, inexpensive flowers look high style (Hello inexpensive clusters of baby's breath!)

Source: via Abby on Pinterest
Source: via Abby on Pinterest

And not to mention decor. Mason Jars are the white subway tiles of events.
Goes. with. everything.

Source: via Abby on Pinterest

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Who needs vases of flowers...

...when you have glossy ceramic vegetables and and a weekday wine habit

Plenty of room left for more...

Monday, September 12, 2011

Adventures in the Test Kitchen: Pies in Jars

Adding handmade elements to events not only infuses personality that can't be bought, but also helps keep costs down and stretch you budget farther. So this weekend I donned my apron, grabbed my spoon and helped a friend test out a favor option for her upcoming wedding. Turns out my Betty Crocker skills are a bit rusty. Here's how it went:

Step 1) Consider every which way to make and deliver handpies for a wedding, because I just read somewhere that those are all the new rage. Come up with nothing. Resort to the good old standby that anything in mini packaging becomes mind blowingly-adorable. Case in point: Pies in Tiny Jars.

Step 2) Walk to local hardware store to buy jars in different sizes. Take dogs into hardware store where they are oogled over like rock-stars.  Feel like the guy that walked behind P.diddy with the umbrella while I'm holding their leashes.

Step 3) Dust off the old Betty Crocker and attempt homemade pie dough. Feel like a domestic goddess when the dough ball looks just perfect.

Step 4) Reward goddess-ness with some cocktails while baking.

Step 5) Peel, peel, peel, peel, slice, slice, slice, slice. Curse ourselves for not making some kind of berry pie. Realize at the end, we've got enough apples for to make pie every day for a month. Urgh! More cocktails.

Step 6) Begin the business of dough rolling. Watch helplessly as perfect dough ball crumbles into little pieces on the counter. Curse Martha Stewart, because somehow she and Betty are in on this together and have left out the secret trick of the recipe.

Step 7) Re-read Pies in Tiny Jars instructions and realize we're not supposed to be rolling at all. Somehow this is Martha's fault too, I'm convinced.

Step 8) Press crumbly pie dough into the bottom of little jars. Try to imagine doing this on the full scale of a wedding.

Step 9) Load up tiny jars with apple filling and top with a hand cut hearts because all my cookie cutters are gigantic. (why would I eat 1 tiny cookie when I could have 1 gigantic cookie and it's still count as just one, right?)


Step 10) Have enough apples left to make regular pies. Have no way to make a top crust because the dough balls were a disaster. Improvise by cutting out little hearts and putting them all over the top of the big pie. Ha! Take that Martha-Betty!

Step 11) Pop in oven and bake. Easy as.....Pie (sort of).