OK, so THIS was an exciting one.
See, the master bedroom in our new place was kind of weird. I mean, I loved most of it when I first saw it - the windows, the breeze, the proximity to the pool, et cetera - but what I did not love about it was the fact that the bathroom was kind of...in it.
You'll see what I mean in that video up there. Our sink was basically next to my head. It gave me the icks.
Noritake Teacup
I have a palette.
I don't mean to have a palette, exactly; it sounds like a silly thing to consciously cultivate ("oh dahhling no, I couldn't possibly purchase that table, no no, that's not my palette"). I just have one, for the simple reason that there are certain colors that make me really happy, and so those are what I surround myself with. It started with my wedding, when the florist asked me what my "colors" were, and despite the fact that I had been more focused on panicking over the fact that we could barely afford wedding rings - let alone any kind of thematic floral arrangements - than my bouquet, I answered without even a second of hesitation:
Yeah, that's what I thought you said.
You know how every single day is some National Holiday or another - National Tourism Day; National Oyster Day; National Candied Orange Peel Day (this actually exists; it's May 4th)? Well, Monday was National Watermelon Day. I know this because I'm on Instagram, and everyone was posting pictures of watermelons, and I couldn't figure out why, and then I realized: oh.
National Watermelon Day.
You know what two of the most useful things I own are?
My tiny paintbrush, and my little pot of gold-leaf paint.
I'm serious: I use gold leaf on errything. I attack thrift-shop chairs with it, spruce up picture frames with it, accent flower pots with it. I even make tiny plastic-animal terrariums with it (really).
Oh, that's such a good spot.
One interesting thing (among many) about moving into a house that you've only ever seen on a computer screen: you don't really know what to bring. Will that lamp fit in the new place? How about that sofa? Where's that desk going to go?
You don't know, and so you guess. And in my case, I guessed wrong in the chair department. See, I happen to have really a lot of...I guess you'd call them "statement" chairs, if you were being fancy - just sort of one-of-a-kind, not-part-of-a-set chairs that I found, and loved, and went home with.
