because

i still need to have nights where i
lie alone in my bed
and cry over you and i.

abandoning all my logic
i’m left wondering
who will comfort me?

Incorporating Fuchsia

The color scheme in my living room is so gorgeous. 3 walls are painted with Behr’s “Antique Tin” – a smokey grayish-blueish hue. Very muted and elegant. And there’s a bright orange accent wall. Complementary colors I’m working with are: mocha, honey, cream and fuchsia. The former three colors I have enough in my collection to work with what I’ve got. But Fuchsia. Fuchsia. First of all, I had to find out how to even spell fuchsia. And now to figure out clever ways to incorporate it into my decor. Some inspiration:

Fuchsia shades:

Fuchsia decorative accents (picture frames, wall sconces, etc):

hmmm

Heavenly Boudoir

I’m making some pretty major changes to my living space in the coming weeks. It’s decision making time, and first on the list is: finalizing color and treatment of bedroom wall (to be painted on Tuesday). This needs to be a paradise to wake up to, a dream to groom in, and a fantasy to return home to each night. Inspiration:

…and speaking of fantasies…

Ode to the home in which I closed out my twenties

In this space where I learned the “Single Ladies” dance.
It was here where I stayed awake past 5am on countless nights finding a place for a gush of inspiration.
This is the place where I sat for hours watching an entire season of wonderful television programming on DVD.
And, watched Michel Gondry for hours on end projected on one of these walls. Which one? Can you tell?
In here I dreamed – and in here, they came true.
I’ve stood, sat, laid, danced…in disbelief, bliss, disappointment, anguish, fear, anticipation. This is the space where I became raw. I will always remember you fondly.
The breakfasts in “the cafe”.
Diapers changed on my bed.
Beautiful children of friends.
Beautiful children of friends.
Beautiful children of friends.

Is it called youth anymore?