I confuse my seasons. When it’s cold and the ground is covered in white outside, I tend to crave a little color inside. Maybe it’s my mind remembering summer. Green grass that cushions and carpets the ground. Pink petaled flowers that find themselves home to the fairies. Blue skies that make me believe the ocean is above me.
Today, the ocean sky has gone grey. All green is frozen in a deep sleep, and a crunchy white snow is sticking to the ground like glue. This is what I see outside my window.
Inside, I’m crushing on color. Green Kitchen cabinets, simple sun-flowered velvet pillowcases, resting shoes in a row to make a rainbow.
(keep reading for more color and simple ways to incorporate)
I’ve been noticing, lately, that Ive been pinning a lot of black houses. While, white is still my favorite, black just might be a close second. I’m loving this look on traditional homes, cottages, and very modern homes alike.
Today, I’m sharing a few of my favorites. A few I’d like to escape to or live, everyday, in.
This is a vacation spot. Can you imagine? If I ever built a lake house, I’d have this in mind.
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No surprise, here, of the probability that I might be crushing on a house in South Kensington. I love the area and I love London style. The old meets modern gets me every single time.
But…. the thing that got me about this house was the bathroom. Yes, it’s beautiful. But…..there is one small thing that I never ever would have thought of that makes a huge design impact….and it’s something cheap that anyone and everyone could incorporate . . . .
I’m crushing super hard on this Victorian Farmhouse that belongs to a pastor and his family in Portland (as recently seen on Design Sponge). I have a thing for homes; specifically homes that have soul. The soul of a home. Houses are pretty, but homes have soul. You know, the homes you visit that have personality. Personality in their collected pieces that tell this story and that, until all stories collide and tell “the story.” The story of the home and it’s people. How they grew, where they went, what they saw, who they were and who they are becoming. The homes that have a feel that is all their own. Peaceful. Fun. Restfull. Quiet. Creative. Loud. Quirky. Relaxing. Inspiring. Interesting. That is the soul of a home.
I’ve never been in this home, but I just have this feeling, this hunch, that this home is one of those. And, I think that is why I’m so attracted to it.
I’m crazy over this little catchall corner. I’m working hard to create spaces to catch and contain all of the crap (sorry there is just no other word). I’ve long been coveting expensive bins and racks and shelves, somewhat similar, but not as interesting as this one that looks like it had another life in another place or someone ele’s space. But, it got me thinking….this might not be too difficult to make (or have someone make). It’s going on my list.
Here’s what else is making my list, inspired by this home . . .
I’m house crushing, currently, on this old Dutch farm in Workum in the north of The Netherlands. I loved the look of this worn, warm, modern space the minute I layed eyes on it, and to find out it was in Holland made me love it all the more. Lately, Holland has been hollering my name. Sometimes, I seem to fall in love with places before I’ve ever been to visit and this is one (It happened that way with England for me). Maybe it has something to do with being part Dutch, or maybe just that my siblings loved it there and my friend told me it’s like the land of fairies with all the flowers and the bike bells ringing.
Anyhow, there is just something about this home that says…home. Come in, get cozy, lets share a cup of coffee (or tea) with some toast (chocolate sprinkle toast to be precise).
I know you’ll want to see more, so click through . . .