January 23, 2013 § Leave a comment
Hi Jessica Helgerson, I hope you don’t mind whilst I sit here and ogle at your house over and over and over again. The reality of owning property these days is such an improbability for most of us that the act of flipping through home tour after home tour feels almost perverse. When I was a kid I would go to the dollar store and wander the aisles of the “home” section picking out the best of that they had for my future home. It’s funny to think about now because although I spend much of my days fantasizing about dream homes, they’re usually on the dollar store scale. It’s not that they’re not (breathtakingly) beautiful in their own right, but fantasizing about modest-sized homes just seems like a more attainable dream, even if it isn’t.
Enter Jessica Helgerson’s tiny country home. I think I’ve posted this tour on various social media forums many times before but it’s worth throwing up again. Her tiny home (only measuring 540 square feet) sits on a 5 acre lot (can you imagine??) just outside of Portland (I know, it’s so annoying, right?). The property had undergone many plucks and tucks over the years but when Jessica bought the property in 2008 she used her designer magic to transform it into the jaw-dropper it is today. Can we talk about all the things we love about it? For one, the greenroof and the tree swing and the black beams on white walls and absolutely excellent use of space (bookcase walls are the future, I’m pretty sure). Ok, ok, I love everything about this property. I think it’s better if you just take a look for yourself, enjoy!
PS. I’m going to try to do a bucket listing every Wednesday so keep coming back! Also, don’t forget: I’m always accepting new homes for my “where my friends live” feature, so don’t be shy–send me your shit!
December 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
Hello my beautiful princesses (because that’s what you are).
Today is all of our lucky day because I have found us the ultimate princess house. This beautiful English Victorian actually hurts to look at, so if you have a weak heart, take heed (and stay away from red-headed congressmen, ok??). I love this house for millions of reasons but I will name two for starters:
1) I have so much love for anything that is so unabashedly romantic and girly. I can so easily imagine this home filled with women running around, borrowing dresses, drinking tea on the floor in the hallways, laughing, baking, dancing. I love that shit.
2) The transition rooms: think hallways, stairways, windows, archways, doorways–areas that look from one room to the next. This home has so many good ones. They’re the best because they always seem to inspire the best conversation, summon the most flattering light, and, if you anchor yourself down in one, can become a kind of ephemeral sanctuary. It’s usually also where the best architectural details are, which this place has no shortage of. I had a hard time editing the volume of photos (I didn’t even try), so this post might be quite long. Hopefully you’ll forgive me.
Photos sourced via Light Locations (we love them!)
November 21, 2012 § 1 Comment
Petersham Nurseries (I’m not sure why that’s plural) is a privately owned nursery in the depths of England (I think). It was tragically orphanized (is that a word?) after someone died. That’s not true but for the purposes of this emergency post we’re going to say that it is. The point is this is a store and it is beautiful. Behold:
Photos via Light Locations
October 8, 2012 § Leave a comment
I’ve been super into astrology recently. It’s borderline obsessive. I understand that the majority of people think it’s bologna, but I think it’s great that despite the overwhelming consensus that your zodiac sign has as much ability to predict your future as your cat does, it still appears daily/weekly/monthly in so many accredited publications. Maybe even smart people want to believe in magic. I’ve gone through all of my exes and most of my best friends to see how compatible we are. So far, the planets haven’t lied. Speaking of celestial things that couldn’t possibly be real, look at how beautiful that blue cup is. It’s truly uncanny. The rest of their place is aiight too.
October 7, 2012 § Leave a comment
Neutral doesn’t have to mean repainting everything in white. Take this beautiful, cozy loft for example. It looks like a blonde’s highlight colour palette. Next time I’m redecorating my place, I’m stopping by the hair salon first. Also, If I ever enter a witness protection program, can I please be sent here? I feel like this loft is very conducive to hiding and afternoon pancake making (which is part of the WPP–actually).
photos via Airspace Locations
October 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
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September 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
Hey friend. Look at this home I found for you. Ok, I found it a while ago. On someone else’s blog. And I don’t think the bedroom actually belongs to this home… you’re welcome.
The thing about white (walls/couch/basically everything including the kitchen sink) is that (and this is a spoiler so get ready) it gets dirty very easily. I bought a white couch when I first moved into my condo. There’s no way of putting it nicely–it’s gross. I can see the look of fear on my guests when I invite them to sit down on it. I could wash it, but who has time for that?
The beef I have apartments like this one is the same I have with the style world in general: I don’t trust that these people eat burgers. Like, do you think someone’s coming home after work, eating a whole loaf of cinnamon toast and watching reruns of The Nanny on that couch? Do they drink beer? Do they casually lay out their most impressive literature whenever they have people over? Are these people my friends? I’m not really sure.
Don’t get me wrong: I am head over heels in love with this space. “I love you, space.”–That’s how I feel. I literally salivate over a well designed, clean room, and I spend a lot of my time trying to create for myself a space/life that emulates this image. But I don’t want to get so focused on building it that I’m afraid to mess it up. I want to have fun. So I guess that means conceding to a little imperfection, taking a deep breath, and practicing the ancient art of cushion-flipping.