Our lower level space has been a dream of comfort for us. I have written about the space a lot. Currently, it has two mid-century couches down there. One is leather and one is fabric. I like the look of two couches in the space. They accommodate a lot of people and kids. Pretty much everything down there is mid-century except for our old farmhouse table and the style of the fireplace. The credenza is a vintage piece and the Eames chairs make the farmhouse table be more distinctive in the space.
But my dream for down there is to find two cognac leather couches. The light leather would brighten up the space and let’s face it, I love them.
These are all so good.
My next bag….
.a girl can have a wish list.
I thought I would have gotten over it by now, this love affair for over two years, but alas I still got a thing for my girl Chloe.
Here is the custom vanity for the master bath. When I was in the design stage of the room, I wanted it very simple. Everything we need fits in the baskets and the towels fit in a deep wooden tray. I knew I wanted the faucets on the wall instead of on the vanity itself. Originally I had planned subway tile to go on that wall, but budget was tight at that point, and we used those funds elsewhere.
I have since purchased hooks to hang the Turkish towels, and have a vintage kilim in mind for the space to break up all the marble on the floor. But it is the vanity light that I hate and knew all along was a temporary and very cheap solution. I bought it on Wayfair on a heavily discounted price point. Like a trip to Starbucks was more expensive than this light. I had thought about a mid century chandiler for the middle of the space, but the door to the loo would have hit it. The space cannot accommodate sconces either. It is definitely a tricky corner space.
After a year of looking and debating, I think I found the answer.
Option 1 would be to purchase two of these and put them on the ceiling in front of the mirror. I am leaning toward this one to move the eye upward and break up all the space. The style is very minimal- which stays true to the style of the room. And I think it would be less intensive to of than a pendant over the mirror.
Option 2 would be to purchase two of these for above the mirror. But I would have to close up the current box and put two new ones in to make sure they were an equal distance apart. I would also do it in a different finish.
What are your thoughts? I am leaning toward Option 1.
The runner we have in our kitchen is too small for the space. The island is so long that I need one that is at least 12 feet long. I have been searching for months for a vintage kilim runner. It has to fit the space and the budget. I would love to find one that is 4 feet wide and 13-15 feet long. It has definitely been difficult. I guess I am looking for one that is less runner and more rug.
Here are two views of the island. I am hoping the runner/rug will reach past the island that is closer to the slider. So long is the key word. I found a few options on line from reputable sellers that only sell kilim. The price points are amazing and feedback from both sellers have been extremely professional and on point. The rugs have blues, cranberry, pinks, and blacks in them. I think the colors will add some dimension to my very white home.
Here are some interiors that caught my eye.
They all look so good.
I haven’t been into the city in what seems like forever. I miss it. I like really miss it. Every time I step foot on those streets, a part of me comes alive again. I remember when I was young beginning my career, the energy that literally zapped through my body when I was there. That is what I feel still.
It seems like anything good is possible there. Life. Energy. My parents used to take me there often when I was a kid and teenager. We would visit museums, see plays, go to eat. Vacation there. There was one time, when we were in traffic trying to get to Penn Station, where my love for that place was zapped out of me in an instant. Traffic halted, we were stuck on some side street. I happened to turn my head and saw through a work zone fence a pimp literally pummeling his “girl”. In that instant, I hated it and refused to ever go back. I think it took me 10 years to get that vision out of my head and to find new parts to love. It was a huge lesson for such a young kid. That ugly can exist in the midst of beauty. How power can be deadly and that terrible people exist and they prey on the weak.
I feel in love again with the city when I was a student at UCONN. I took a class that was all about New York City. The professor was amazing and his love for those very streets that scared the sh*t out of me , stirred up my initial feelings again. I learned about the vast differences in the boroughs and the areas of Manhattan. I learned about how to find a decent apartment and where the “locals” ate. It was brilliant. I left that class determined to work there one day. It happened.
Anyway, I miss it. I respect the vitality and at the same time I keep my rose colored glasses in my pocket, to take out at the right moments.