perfection

welcome to my dream house. i mean, my honest to god, dream house.

it's the cozy new hampshire farm house of the genius behind emersonmade, emerson, and her husband, ryan. i just want to move in rightthisverysecond.

see, this would be my lovely little entryway.

this is where i would do my laundry.

a library for all my very favorite books.

and this perfect kitchen with a farmers sink and a butcher block.

it's heaven, actually, heaven on earth.

boyfrienddddd

i found this a few months ago over on the sartorialist and holy moly did i have a total and complete freak out.

anyone who knows anything about me knows i have this totally weird thing for the "boyfriend" jean. i respect they are in no way flattering. its cool. yet, some how this lady makes them look effortlessly chic. it could be the shoes, but i'm seriously doubting all her coolness is dependent on those oxfords. i'm pretty confident, it's because those jeans are the greatest things i've ever seen.

i bet she is french. all the chic ones are.

sweetlifee.

have y'all heard about this hysterical site, catalog living? i just discovered it, and honestly have been in a fit of giggles ever since. it's "a look into the exciting lives of the people who live in your catalogs." it's just too much.

so far, this is my favorite:

"oh that? that's my wish plant. it's where i clip pictures of people who i want dead."

shabbychicccc.

i am completely obsessed with rachel ashwell. i mean, honestly. i love her. how can you not when her philosophy is, "for me, the secret to living well is to surround myself with beautiful things that are practical and deliciously comfortable."

rachel, if you are, for any reason, reading this silly little blog, will you hire me? will you love me like i love you? can we make beautiful white spaces together with fresh flowers, sparkley chandeliers, beds that look like clouds, and little wellies leaning against exposed brick walls? please say yes.

modernnnnloveee.

the other day i was flipping through an old copy of elle and stumbled across this sweet interview with mark duplass and katie aselton. it was a whole bit, young new york couples who are madly in love, but their particular interview was the most memorable. i think you'll see why.

elle: how did you meet?

ka: in a car.

md: on the way to ....

ka: a new year's party. he had just gone through a break up. and i put back the pieces.

md: she glued me.

elle: what is love?

md: i feel like the essence of love is, "do you like the way the other person smells? if you do, you'll get through anything.

elle: what does katie smell like?

md: katie, you smell like, um ... god, i was just about to say something incredibly corny. but it's true. you smell like home.

adlerrrmanifesto

isn't this dual-sided vase hysterical? it's brand new by jonathan adler and called "williamsburg." i've always thought jonathan adler was way hip, but when i walked by his greenwich ave. store the other day and saw his manifesto, i knew that we would could really be bffls.

here were some of my favorite parts:

we believe your home should make you happy.

we believe in being underdressed or overdressed always.

we believe celebrities should pay full price.

we believe colors can't clash.

we believe in irreverent luxury.

keep on believing johnny. i'm right there with you. and know, if you and simon ever need to fill an empty seat at a dinner party i'm so there.

ps. you've all seen simon and jonathan's rad palace in the new book by todd selby, right? if not. check it out. now.

chalkedddout.

how much do you want to live in this bedroom? i saw it here this morning, and instantly fell in love. reminds me of the tom's architecture wall in 500 days of summer, but better, because instead of imposing buildings, we've got dainty chandeliers and frames to inspire.

dream on sistaaa.

twopeasinapod,etc.

how obsessed are you with this weeks cover of the new yorker? it is just all sorts of adorable. i want to find a print of it to hang on my wall to make me smile every single day.

i love the fire cracker with the match and the quill with the ink well, but my very favorite is the dust pan and the broom.

messy spots need a little love too.

inittowinitttt.

how sweet are these charm necklaces? kcon and i discovered them at the in god we trust on the lower east side over the weekend. they say these obscene phrases, but they are so dainty, you'd never guess it.

at only $40 bucks a pop, i'm thinking this is what everyone will be getting for their birthdays from now on -- custom fit by personalities. garvs, my sassiest friend, will get "talk to the hand" where, gabs, my friend with the great ass will get "big butt and a smile."

i'm crossing my fingers i get "in it to win it" for my brithday. hint. hint. it's only november 20, no pressure dudes.

needitnow.

some sequin lust to start my friday off right.

inspirationoverrrridee.

some jak and jil inspiration before i head off to bed.

all three of these looks are really sexy, especially the middle one. there is just something about the back that seems so perfectly ordinary, yet so perfectly naughty.

sweet dreams everyone. xoxo

weddddingbelles.

my beautiful cousin sarah, who got engaged last october, has finally set a date for her big day! june 11, 2011 in the south of france.

sarah and her sweet fiance, luke, live in london. i loved nothing more than visiting their little house on sunday nights for take out and the strictly come dancing results show last fall.

she just started looking at dresses, and yesterday sent me a link to the amsale bridal collection. i'd never looked at their gowns before, but ashley and i have been beside ourselves since devouring their website. so far these are my two very favorites, the ella and the coco. (don't you just love when clothing has people names?)

their flag ship store is on madison avenue, and i promised i would check them out soon and send a report across the pond. is it weird that i can't wait?

simpleee

i bought my simple diary in january. it was a new years gift to myself. i promised to write everyday, and of course finally (sporadically) started at the beginning of june.

hardly a diary, its instead a series of questions, that you must appropriate to the day you wrote.

for example, was today, a) lacking experience, b) bedazzled, or c) a sure thing? it then asks you something like, "and what is somewhere over the rainbow?" and in the end it always gives you a quote.

todays?

a sunrise has no stage freight.