.why so fab? why?

Why do I like this room? Tell me. Delicious walls, loads of quirk, I am sure you designers would say there is some juxtaposition of something or another. I don't know. I just want to be there. If you like it, can you name why? Let's hear it. Chat it up.

(imagae via Abigail Ahern)

...floral feast

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I know I did and feel more thankful than ever.

What is your favorite flower? Random, I know, but I am thankful for flowers. If I had to win like some lottery thing for luxe gifts(not food or stuff), I would love fresh flowers delivered weekly. I always say mine is the peony, and it is, but a tight, white tulip is always really high on my list. I love paper whites this time of year as well. You? If you were going to have a floral feast, what would it look like?

(image karaandray)

.if.....

If I was decorating a table for Thanksgiving, this might be nice, minus the three. But, I am not. For the first time I can remember, I will not be eating a home cooked meal, but will be at the beach with all of the kiddies at a BUFFET! I know, ick, but it IS at our favorite restaurant, and it is in Charleston, our favorite city, and it is where my hubby and I met, and it is our tradition to be there as a family. I don't need to set the table or roast my own bird to know who I am thankful is sitting beside me. And boy am I ever thankful. Hope you have the best day ever. It is my favorite Holiday......beside's my birthday, but that is another topic entirely.

xoxoxoxo

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(image via design idea)

.monday,monday....

I love the simplicity and function of this little shelf. Unless you have a kindle, which I have to say, becomes more intriguing every time I talk to someone who does, your bedside table can look like mine, which is twenty books to every square inch!

What is a must on your bedside table? Do tell.......

.friday

Off to the Big Apple for a few days where I shall mix business and pleasure. I am taking my baby girl(13, not so baby, anymore). She used to beg for a view of F.A.O. Schwartz on these trips. Now the view she craves is Top Shop. Things change WAY too quickly. Those of you with little ones, when you fall into bed exhausted at night, try and remember these are moments. Before you know it they will be taller than you and negotiating for the window seat, only one of which you can control.

xoxoxox

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.the big reveal

Sort of. So, I have been really flattered to receive numerous blog awards from really great people. The bummer is I imagine all of those great people are now thinking why did we give those to her, she has not even done her duty, followed the instructions, etc. I am going to. I just get flustered, start, stop, get anxious about leaving people out when passing them on...blah, blah....excuses, excuses, right? So here we go. One award specifies that I tell you seven things about myself, and I am going to do that just now.

1. I was born a red head. Clairol #376 medium is going to keep me that way.

2. I am unable to understand my kids math homework once they get to about sixth grade, but I am a great speller.

3. My fantasy football team is in first place. Enough said.

4. My son's is not. Now, enough said.

5. Even though I design things for a living, I cannot cut a straight line. No, not even with a ruler.

6. My husband finishes my sentences. They always sound better, too.

7. I never have any idea where I left my keys and it surprises me every time.

For those of you who have taken the time to do this correctly and have awarded me, it truly made my day to know you enjoy coming here. And I thank you.

.style or vile?

Lovely Liza from Postcards from Colorado is taking "a little break" from blogging which makes me more than a little sad, BUT, before she started to rest her creative, precious mind she forwarded this image to me and we screeched through cyberspace. Did you her us? She thought it might be perfect for style or vile and I agreed. So let's play!

Amazing space, gorgeous light, stylish room....what's with the testicles hanging from the ceiling?

Style or vile?