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She really, really hates him.

She really, really hates him.

This is me (hi, I’m Lara) and my husband (still weird to call him that) Paul.  We went on a road trip in May 2009 that took us from NC to NYC to Seattle.  This is on the second day of driving, in South Bend, Indiana.  Home of the most disgusting motel I’ve ever patronized. Funny story: Paul was my first serious boyfriend in high school.  We dated for two years before he went away to college.  Only thirteen short years later I ran out of other guys to date and ran into him in a bar and now we are married.  I love every fucking thing about him. 

This is me (hi, I’m Lara) and my husband (still weird to call him that) Paul.  We went on a road trip in May 2009 that took us from NC to NYC to Seattle.  This is on the second day of driving, in South Bend, Indiana.  Home of the most disgusting motel I’ve ever patronized.

Funny story: Paul was my first serious boyfriend in high school.  We dated for two years before he went away to college.  Only thirteen short years later I ran out of other guys to date and ran into him in a bar and now we are married.  I love every fucking thing about him. 

I hope to someday grow into the kind of fancy lady who has Scalamandre’s Zebra wallpaper in my bathroom.  Or closet.  Really anywhere.  It would look silly in a craftsman farmhouse, but maybe it will be appropriate sometime later in life, in some other house. Now I’m thinking of just getting some to frame…  Image via A Colloquial Look.

I hope to someday grow into the kind of fancy lady who has Scalamandre’s Zebra wallpaper in my bathroom.  Or closet.  Really anywhere. 

It would look silly in a craftsman farmhouse, but maybe it will be appropriate sometime later in life, in some other house.

Now I’m thinking of just getting some to frame… 

Image via A Colloquial Look.

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I love these.

Yesterday, Sweet Valley High came up at work (as it does) and I was able to give a very detailed description of both Wakefield twins, which somehow led to a discussion of The Baby-Sitters Club…  Totally not the same series, coworkers. 

I love The Hairpin.

We sleep upstairs in a somewhat converted attic in the wintertime.  Our old stone rental was built in 1935 and all the windows are original—they’re beautiful, but you can feel every draft.  Neither of our two chimneys really have what you would call a flue.  Downstairs is…  breezy.  At best.  Great in the summer, practically unlivable from November-March. Parts of the house seem to have been renovated by our landlord in a hurry—the attic walls are that very inexpensive particle paneling that has photographic-style wood grain on it.  I’m so happy he let us paint—an ugly brown box is now a cozy bedroom.  Even though the visible seams drive me a little crazy.  Most importantly, it is so warm. 

We sleep upstairs in a somewhat converted attic in the wintertime.  Our old stone rental was built in 1935 and all the windows are original—they’re beautiful, but you can feel every draft.  Neither of our two chimneys really have what you would call a flue.  Downstairs is…  breezy.  At best.  Great in the summer, practically unlivable from November-March.

Parts of the house seem to have been renovated by our landlord in a hurry—the attic walls are that very inexpensive particle paneling that has photographic-style wood grain on it.  I’m so happy he let us paint—an ugly brown box is now a cozy bedroom.  Even though the visible seams drive me a little crazy.  Most importantly, it is so warm. 

I took this photo last September, on my honeymoon trip to Paris and Belgium.  How on earth can 2011 possibly compete with that? 2011 is not bad so far, even though January is historically the hardest and coldest of months.  In spite of (or because of) this, I wanted a little space to post inspirations and talk about projects—mostly little tweaks to the interior of my old rented farmhouse in North Carolina. I share it with my husband, a cat, a dog, and way too many chairs. I’m tired of lurking on all the lovely design sites and blogs I adore.  It’s time to make a little contribution!

I took this photo last September, on my honeymoon trip to Paris and Belgium.  How on earth can 2011 possibly compete with that?

2011 is not bad so far, even though January is historically the hardest and coldest of months.  In spite of (or because of) this, I wanted a little space to post inspirations and talk about projects—mostly little tweaks to the interior of my old rented farmhouse in North Carolina. I share it with my husband, a cat, a dog, and way too many chairs.

I’m tired of lurking on all the lovely design sites and blogs I adore.  It’s time to make a little contribution!