More pallet love.

Check out the shipping crate furniture in this great beach studio featured in Dwell (link to slide show). It's official, I'm going to have to do some scavenging and make myself some patio chairs.

This couch is stalking me.

Out shopping for baby shower gifts the other day, I saw this sofa (Ligne Roset Togo) in America Apparel (they have brilliant stuff for kids by the way, I want kids just to be able to buy them the Karate Pants). Then it popped up in the house tour in Domino I posted last week.

Now, normally I loath couches without arms but this one I actually prefer that way. Arms kinda detract from the mid-century/70s appeal I like. To me, this couch just screams "wife-swapping"... in a good kinda way.

I think I need this chair.

Or a 12-step program for chair addicts but whatever. How cool is this chair?!

Because I need a reason to own more pink chairs.

Well not really, but damn if I had $600 I'd snatch these up in a minute:

Better than coffee.

This pic really got my little brain working this morning:

So simple yet so stunning.

Sometimes a single image is so perfect, feels so right, that I become wholly convinced that someone has managed to prove Plato wrong by capturing a perfect Form in our imperfect world.

Thank you Philosophy 100.

Credit: James Tse via Desire to Inspire.

Caving into the (MCM) craving.

I spotted this ugly ducking rosewood chair on Craigslist the other day and was completely waffling over whether to get it or not.

We're a little on the (more than usual) shady side of broke these days what with paying mortgages on two houses while we make sacrifices to the pagan gods to get a decent offer on RW's townhouse. But I really loved the lines and plus I could hear my mother's voice in my head telling me that it was a good price and I'd regret not getting it later. So, of course I gave in to the voice of maternal wisdom and this little sucker will be delivered tonight.

Now I get to troll around looking for some fabric to recover it in the style to which I wish it to become accustomed.

I saw this great Ikea fabric the other day posted on Door Sixteen. The print is much bigger and nicer in reality. It's a little crazier than I normally go for but I think the colours would work great with my living room. I also really like the idea of a simpler pattern, similar to this classic Eames dot print, but maybe in grey:

Or maybe just no pattern at all but something like a natural or cocoa-coloured rough linen/hemp.

Hmmm, before I get too carried away, I'm going back to crossing my fingers that my Craigslist luck holds and nothing is wrong with the chair.

Decor worm.

I can't get this chair out of my head. At first I didn't even like it, but now, like some nasty infectious computer program designed by a bored, sunlight-deprived, malnourished, zit-covered, pubescent hacker, it's stuck in my head and it won't leave. I've become convinced that I need one for each room of my house. Yes, even the bathroom.

If I don't sell too many spare eggs...

to pay for my renos, I may have biological children someday. And I will most definitely be willing to sell that last kidney to buy these for them:



Whether they want them or not.

Source: Hive Modern.