Cut a Rug

Last night after the restaurant closed The Chef and I got into a little dance-off.  

I'm not exactly sure who won, but I may or may not have pulled out a few of these moves.   

Every once in awhile you just need to throw caution to the wind and arrive home to the sprinklers going off 

and the neighbors getting up for work.  

I'll Buy What I Want Thanks. And I'll Wear It, Too.

Cat's in the corner having a snore and I'm trying to pick what to write.  I'm exhausted.  We're all exhausted.  It's Thursday.  Yawwwwwn.

On a bright note I managed to make it outside yesterday and even combed my hair.  Sticking to my apparel conviction of soft, cozy clothes in warm colors I threw on a slip dress. layered a cashmere thermal over top and finished with a military jacket.  I'll never forget buying this jacket at J.Crew in Santa Monica.  The sales guy tried pretty hard to talk me out of it:  it's too big, he said, you're drowwwwning in it.  This was a few years ago before military really made a significant comeback, and I wasn't listening to anything he had to say.  Dude, you're wearing tighter pants than I ever have.  Issues.  Anyway it's one of those purchases I've never regretted and has saved me from multiple 'I don't have anything to wear' moments, making it worth its weight in gold.  

Confession:  I've added a few more lounge pieces to my closet as of late (ahem slip dress) and have been wearing them layered in the outdoors. Yep you read it here first: I'm cavorting about in things that are technically pj's.  No one is any the wiser and I get more than a few compliments.  The way I see it as long as I'm not going to the store in footie pajamas I think we'll all survive. 

~Outfit:  J.Crew-Military Jacket, James Perse-Cotton/Cashmere Thermal, 

Slip Dress-Pure & Good, Loeffler Randall-Boots, Anthropologie-Sunglasses~

Bracelets:  Motif 56 (here and here), PANYC (similar), and Rosa Loves DC Turquoise Friendship

Ring:  Melinda Maria

Necklace:  PANYC

Like that last one?  Imagine someone doing the basketball shuffle all around you while you're trying to walk.  That's the Chef!  He totally gets into the picture thing: lays on the ground, runs around behind trees, cars, garbage cans--you name it, and then when it's all over starts a super crazy shuffle for one last one.  It's freaking hysterical!! 

PS-is anyone else watching Chelsea Settles on MTV?  So good!  Maybe you can catch up this weekend while you're hanging off the couch.  There I go projecting again.

Not Really a DIY, But as Close As I'm Going to Get

Late day post today, friends.  Remember last week when I posted those inspiration pics on how I'm hoping to cozy up my place a little? (see here).  Well I realized that the common denominators in those pictures were the color white and fuzzy rugs.  White is my favorite for interiors.  White and wood and leather.  It's a sickness.

Anyway.   As a result of being a primo customer at Martin+Osa I was able to purchase a pair of custom leather chairs when they closed.  See exhibit Before.  I love these babies.  As a denim aficionado the adjustable arms remind me of belts and are particularly dear to me.  They've even retained remnants of that wonderful M+O store smell.  Sigh.  Oh Martin+Osa: how I miss you.  Back to the matter at hand.  On Saturday I decided to take my life in my own hands aka go to Ikea in the middle of the afternoon (damn fool) to scoop up a few more sheepskin rugs.  At the time I did not know I would be flinging them haphazardly over one of my leather chairs, but ta-da!  Gotta say I'm pretty happy with the outcome.  In fact giddy may be a fair description of how I feel when walking by the guest bedroom and peeking in.

Why the guest bedroom you ask?  I can't say for sure, but there is something 'official' about that room.  It gets the warmest afternoon light and is the perfect place to cuddle up and read a book--and the chair just compounds that feeling.  You'll notice I've not shown the rest of the room?  That's because Operation:  Bedding, Draperies and Floor Covering are still underway.  Wish me luck!

Note:  It's been some time since I perused an Ikea on a Saturday afternoon.  If you are like me I have a piece of advice.  SELF CHECK-OUT.  All the other inconsiderate patrons wait in the standard check-out lines while their ignorant family members shop it up and then JUST as you're about to be the next person in line you'll notice their cell phones light up.  Suddenly it's like a swarm of bees as all the family members come flying out of nowhere and there are now 14 people in front of you instead of just the nice granny and her daughter who were posing as one transaction.  True story.  Did not have a happy ending for the Ikea checker either.  The End.