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keywords: description:life with styleSecond only to an ill-conceived, 24-hour adventurein Tangiers in my 20s (buy me a couple of drinks sometime, and Ill tell you a tale), Istanbul is bar none the most foreign place to which I’ve ever traveled. By which I mean I dont speak the language, dont know the culture, the food, the traditionsdid I need head scarves? Long sleeves? Was I allowed to wear jeans? Because, letsbe honest, inadvertentlybotching a cultural norm in a country Ive already admitted was utterly foreign to me (in every sense of the word) sounds like an intimidatingly easy thing to do.
And yet. Once I arrived, muchlike my time in Morocco, I knew immediately Id worried for nothing. I found the people in Istanbul to be unfailingly, overwhelminglyfriendly, helpful and welcoming. On the rare occasion someone didn’t speak English, they either found someone who did, or we successfully (and cheerfully!) mimed to each other until we sorted it out. The 3 Turkish phrases I frantically committed to memoryon the plane elicited so much appreciation from locals that you’d have thought I mastered the language. It is busy, and crowded, and…well, foreign, but I didn’t see a single act of protest, let alone violence. Some people wore head scarves (you do need oneto visit mosques), but my tour guide showed up the first day in a tank top.
I honestly don’t know whether this is a case of low expectations being exceeded or whether I really loved Istanbul as much as I think did, but truly – it was unforgettable, and I’d recommend it heartily to anyone at all! Read on
4 Comments Featured postHi, friends. Remember me? I know, I know. I was such a tease with my Hey, guess what? Bought a house! Cant wait to tell you all about it!!
[RADIO SILENCE]
All I can say is this: those joyful people on HGTV, blissfully renovating their homes without a care in the world? They LIE.
Im trying, really I am, to find the joy in this process, but honestly? The best I can come up with is chanting, It will be worth it when its done. It will be worth it when its done. It will be over and over to myself in moments of crisis. Which seem to come about three times a day.
Im thanking my lucky stars for two things right now: the incredible Mr. SMC, who somehow manages to be calm no matter what is happening (its freaky, actually). And the fact that I ponied up to hire a designer, despite my cheapskate, I can totally do this myself instincts. {*Scrap thatshe was a disaster, and has been sacked.} And honestly, I probably could. But then youd all have to promise to come visit me in the looney bin, where youll find me wandering the halls with my tape measure, muttering to myself about needing to find space for extra storage.
My house is still in a wrecking-ball-grade state of disrepair, but heres what I know so far: Renovating is, basically, decisions. A constant stream of rapid-fire decisions, some of which matter and some of which, frankly, dont. Alas, decisions have never been my strong suit. Ive discussed this with a few friends recently, and we all agree that making decisions for others is much easier than making decisions for ourselves. Whether its a new pair of jeans or the hardware for your kitchen cabinets, I can browse the www until my eyes cross, but actually biting the bullet and picking the hardware Ill have to look at every day? Its paralyzing. And sure, you can ask your friends, but theyll all have a different opinion and then youre more confused than you were when you started. So, for now, Im sticking with my dream team, and occasionally asking friends to just be kind and validate my choice. So, orange in the master bedroom? I love it! Trust me, its easier.
Though I definitely feel like Im in the tall grass more often than not these days, the truth is, itll be fine. Itll all get done, one way or another. And rationally, I know Ill love it in the end I have a contractor, a designer and a spouse who will make sure of that. But, ditching those annoying hang-ups that petrify and paralyze us isnt always a rational thing, now is it?
For now, heres what Im trying: taking a deep breath. Trying to get a grip on reality and remember that hey, its just cabinet hardware. Stepping away from it for a while if I have to. Figuring out what it is I need in order to be sure. More info? Keep researching. Less info? Ask the spouse to help me cull my options. A better visual? I mock things up in Photoshop almost daily now. And then, at some point, I bite the bullet, make the decision and try living with it. If I wake up in the morning hating what I picked? Well, theres your answer. And when all else fails, you write a 6-page email to your designer, forcing her to tell you that no, youre not just missing something. Eight-inch Mission-style drawer pulls in natural brass for under $10 each do not, in fact, exist anywhere on this planet.
And now, to make up for the ranting, a few of the inspiration photos Im using to try to make this uber-generic 1960s townhouse into something really special. (Want more? My Pinterest page for the casa runneth over)
| MY CASAS WISHLIST |4 Comments Featured postIm so, so excited to share the latest installment in my How to Art series with 20200 collector-in-chief Jen Bekman! If that gallery wall you hung 3 years ago is looking a bit tired (or if youre just tired of looking at it), we pulled together what I think are some pretty stellar ideas to give it a little nip/tuck.
Hope youll enjoy it!
2 Comments Featured postFriends, I dont know about you, but lately the internet has been getting me down.One of the biggest problems about having access to so.much.information is that its become all but impossible to tune out the things that make you feel inferior. Readingabout how blissfuleveryone else makestheir life soundon Facebook while youre curled up in a ball on your sofa with a juice glassfull of rosé. Scrolling through painfully perfect images on Instagram, wondering how everyone elses housesare so full of pristine white backgrounds and custom furniture while youcan barely keep the piles of discarded shoes from eatingyour living room.The million-dollar listings, the runway shows, the bloggers with horrible grammar getting free Gucci bagsits all a lot to take.
Of course, we can tell ourselves its fake. And we do, sometimes. We remind ourselves, in our saner moments, that these photosare posed. They are staged, lit and airbrushed and styled, sometimes by actual professional photographers. The clothes are on loan, the furniture is from a showroom, its all an act. This isnot real life,werepeat to ourselvesover and over. But still. That green-eyed Internet monstershes more powerful than youd think.
Its evenworse when youre in the line of work Im in.Being a person whos been in the style/design/writing bizfor approximately 87 years, the problem is thatI know. I know that these girls posting about their fabulous new dressfrom Brand X arent doing it out of the goodness of their heart. Iknow that whena blogger I readstarts writing a little too gushingly about her newly renovated sunroom or her preview tour of the Nordstrom flagship store in Seattle, she got it for free. And my jealousylord, but it runs deep. Sure, I want the room or the trip, just like you do. ButI also want the gig she got, wherein a sponsor not only designed the room for her or flew her out first class,butpaid her quite a lot of moneyto talk about it.I want to know how she got there and I didnt. Why she has 120,000 Instagram followers and I dont. Instead of taking the high road and being happy for her, Im bitter and jealous. I start to feel horrible about myself and what Ive accomplished or, more specifically, what I havent accomplished. Shame spiral for one, please.
But. Much likelife in general, theres no fairness in blogging. Longevity doesnt equal successnor, frankly, does quality. (As evidenced by the fact that there are bloggers making serious, serious moneywhocant even be bothered to use spellcheck. But I digress.) And so we all, bloggers or lawyers or baristas, have to find a way to check our Instagram feeds or like our friends photos of her $100,000 destination wedding without feeling bad about ourselves.
We have to find a way to remind ourselvesthat a perfectly-staged photo of a bowl of cherries doesnt meana persons life is any better than ours. It just means that theyve spent the last 3 hours piling thosecherries just so, and another hour testing different filters and strengths and saturation levels.(Or that theyve somehow mastered VSCOcam, even though you find it utterly incomprehensible.)
My photo of that bowl of cherries, on the other hand? It was probably just okay. I almost certainly got the filter wrong or there was a smudge on the bowlormy background wasnt perfectly, pristinely white.
Why? BecauseI was busy eating the cherries. And you know something? They were delicious.
If theres a lesson somewhere in this random rambleIve just dropped on you (and believe me, its one I have to repeat to myself at least once aday), its this:
Eat the cherries.
Just live your life, my friend. Your hilarious, messy, imperfect, dishes in the sink, dirty laundry, occasionally beautiful life. And sure, go ahead and take a picture. Or dont. Maybe itll turn out perfectly after all, occasional moments of beauty are everywhere, even in the midstof disaster. But friends, the thing to remember is this:the photo isnt the experience. The cherries are the experience.
So, eat the cherries. Post the photo or dont, but eat the cherries. And enjoy every last bite.
14 Comments Featured postWhen the rabid trend for beauty oils began, I donned my usual skeptical expression (one eyebrow cocked in a way that I like to think makes me look both shrewd and brilliant, but will probably just result in uneven wrinkles when Im 40 80). Oil? On my face? On purpose? But little by little, Ive weakened, and theyve started creeping into my daily beauty routine. Finally, I looked around my bathroom yesterday and realized Ive become an oil addict.
Why, you ask? The beauty of beauty oils is a multi-faceted thing. They feel luxurious to use, like Im Elizabeth Taylor or something. On a practical note, they seem more soothing to my skin, more natural than applying creams and gels and tonics. It feels closer to what my skin would actually want, if it could ask. Also, theyre a relative bargain a very little bit of oil goes a very long way.
With that, a few of the oils I cant get enough of these days: Read on
7 CommentsIve been waiting for this bad boy to come out for SIX months! Its finally here, and it totally lives up to the hype. So many design books make me crazy theyre impossibly perfect and offer no useful advice. If youre curious, I made a list of the only 4 Ive read that have actually been helpful during this reno. Great aspirational photos, ideas that can actually be pared down and recreated, plus oodles of real-world advice (snaps to Remodelista Emily Henderson in particular for making this process slightly less terrifying).
You should probably just buy them all for yourself. Right now. In fact, here are some links:
Leave a comment[This FF duo has expired, alas. Luckily, most of these goodies are on sale now!]
No matter how totally insane and overwhelmed Im feeling, I still consider it my sworn duty to make sure you know about any sales worth your time. And friends, this morning, my inbox runneth over.
First things first: Take 25% off sitewide at Shopbop with code INTHEFAM25 (through 10.15). Me, Id buy a new black blazer since I just KonMarid the sh!t out of my closet and realized I didnt like a single one I owned. I also got rid of all of my white tees, so theres room to grow there too. Oh hell, lets just slideshow it, shall we?
Next up is Saksalso 25% off sitewide, with code THANKYOU (and then you inexplicably have to use the code FREESHIP to get your free shipping). More basics and more brands we love, but more exclusions, which is frankly a little aggravating. Still, plenty of trouble to get into. See e.g., basically everything from Vinces fall collection. Also, I need a new wallet something fiercealas, Im pretty confident the Prada Ive had my eye on is excluded. But I will say this: occasionally, if you call a store, theyre a little moreopen-minded about whats on FF. I may, for example, be making a call like that about this bad boy.
Speaking of shenanigans, as always, Im sure Nordstrom will price match all of this. But honestly, I can tell Im getting old and impatient because I just dont care that much about jumping through all those hoops just to be loyal to one store. Plus, Shopbop has that lovely free 2-day shipping, which is quite compelling.
So, tell me friends: what are you buying? I have an ancient Shopbop credit burning a major hole in my pocket this morningwant to help me spend it?
Leave a commentAs most of you know by now, I have a few little health glitches to deal with from time to time. (Said the girl currently rocking a case of hives that would make the Elephant Man hightail it to the nearest exit.) Anyway, the latest in this Lifetime miniseries is a star-studded cast of inflammatory hijinks which generally add up to a pretty uncomfortable life more often than not. Joints spontaneously swell, muscles ache despite my total aversion to physical activity, and pain pops up in the most random of places (who in the world gets sore toes, for Petes sake?).
A few months ago, I started noticing that things were remarkably, undeniably worse when I first woke up in the morning. Initially, I blamed it on my pain medshow dare they wear off! But slowly, I came to terms with the fact that it might be my mattress. Read on
6 CommentsSome days, you just need a pick-me up. A little impulse buy with a big joy factor that will make you excited to check your mailbox for a few days.
Doesnt this wee blue bag just make you smile? Its $65, if you can believe it. God bless Topshop. Sure, its PVC and it will probably only last a few months, and were all supposed to be consuming less and making more mindful purchases, blah blah blah. But sometimes, some days, you just need a little something.
Since I just got a pretty adorable pink bag (Ill show it to you on Instagram, I promise), I probably cant justify one in baby blue too. But you certainly can!
Whether its this, the Greek-inspired necklace I treated myself to this morning or something else youve had open in a browser tab all week, I hope youll treat yourself to a little something today, friends. Youve earned it.
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