If You Were A Rich Girl

Time to focus on wall coverings. To be clear, I do not paint. Isiah says that movement and texture in your surrounding physical space is essential in keeping the energies of your body from stagnating. He once had an episode brought on by housesitting in an uninspiring apartment, and literally played PS3 and exclusively ate delivery from Gino’s Pizza & Spaghetti for 5 days straight. It was disgusting and we almost broke up.

Black Crow Studios is flying some super cool artsy-types out from California to check out my space and see what design is best for my wallpaper. I’m digging this purple watercolor a lot, but when they get here they said we’ll discuss my “color story.” I hope this doesn’t bring up anything painful from my past, because my mother had a terrible eye for design in my early years that I’d really rather not revisit.

I’ve always kept Anthropology at arms length when it comes to housewares. I find it bizarre  that a clothing store should have so many options of drawer pulls. Where’s the focus?

But read these item details for this mirror that I’m so definitely purchasing in about 5 minutes:

Rows and rows of oyster shells radiate around your reflection, calling to mind that other timeless beauty of myth and legend.

Sold. And for only two grand!

This headboard is almost tall enough for my bed. It might do for a guest room. Ideally, I’d really like a floor to basically-ceiling headboard that would give the option of climbing to the top of it to perch. Isiah likes to be at an elevated space to meditate.

The good news about this headboard is that I have the option of it being made entirely out of real fox fur. Which makes me feel hopeful that the good people at DesignLush would agree to make mine entirely out of peacock feathers.

The bad news about this headboard is only that in this photo it is paired with that rug. I’m borderline offended by it.

By the skin of my teeth I have escaped NYU and am using my post-college limbo period to set up my new apartment (Thanks Dad!!). As with all things I own, I refuse anything less than the best when it comes to my hearth and home.

All opinions are welcome, except my boyfriend Isiah’s because if he had his way the place would be filled with those tacky Jacobson Egg chairs.

This is not a dorm, guys.