When I grow up...
...I want to own certain things - pieces of furniture that I totally covet. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I harbor the fantasy that once I own these things, my life will be happy, my home will be complete, and I'll appear 10lbs thinner. (I know. Such is the irrational power of good design over my state of mind.) Sigh. Well, even if these things never make their way into my home, I'll always have the web...
A candy-colored inlaid chest:
Both Graham and Green
Any wall in my home would be lucky to stand behind these chests (and how fab is the charcoal/blue wall behind the lavender with pops of fuscia?! Mental note!). Gorgeous, exotic and 'Classic with a twist'. Love.
A Barcelona Chair (Toffee or White...can't decide):
The picture in my head has me lounging on this design classic, stretching my mile-long legs in front of me and smoking a cigarette ala' Mad Men. (I don't have mile-long legs, and I don't smoke...but the fantasy seems so glamorous... in an ignorance-is-bliss kind of way!)
A Moroccan Rug:
Both Attic Mag
I want to live barefoot 24/7, and bury my toes in these rugs at every opportunity. Decadent and luxe.