Pete and I spent this weekend becoming well acquainted with the porcelain fixtures in our apartment. If any of you have already, or do in the future, become a victim of the Fall Plague that is going around, I sincerely feel your pain. That junk is not messing around. I have never in my life been laid out like that. All the while I was lying on the bathroom floor I couldn’t help thinking: ‘this is awful, but maybe it will get me back on track for the skinnies that have been eluding me’. But apparently saltines and gatorade have incredible weight maintaining properties, and this morning all I want to do is look at some pretty.
Our Houston house is more petite than our past digs, and I am looking forward to a cozier spread. This time, I didn’t have to buy or design any furniture pieces, and the house didn’t really need much work at all, so I have been focusing mostly on the details and making this one a jewel box where we will hopefully be for many, many years.
Can you even imagine?
Mine is nowhere near these, or my former closet to be honest, but I am thinking about investing in a swaggy underfoot situation to step it up a notch.
Hot pink like Jankowitz’s up there.
A little Kelly Wearstler?
Some very uncharacteristic for me purple?
I have been a long time admirer of the zap.
Since it is such a small space I can splurge a bit, and our house is surpassingly devoid of pink this time around (not totally, but it is definitely less of a presence) so I want my closet to be ultra femme.
I have not priced any of these out yet, so right now this is purely fantasy. What is your favorite?