black walls

I’ve been wanting to paint my bedroom black for a while now.  It most likely won’t happen, I don’t live alone and get to make these kind of choices unilaterally.  I’ll probably settle for a charcoal chalkboard wall in the kitchen.

I love a black room though.  I’ve actually always dreamed of having a shingle style bungalow home to paint black.  I can picture the verdant green landscape popping in front of the deep dark velvety blackness and the light glowing through the windows at night.  In the black of night, a black house appears not even to be there, only the soft glow of the windows like beacons in the night.

What do you think of a black room?  I’d love to hear your comments…

OM-burr

My girlfriend, who is also a designer, and I were having a conversation about how much we love ombre.  Something I’ve noticed when it comes to discussing ombre, is that everyone says it differently and no one really knows if they have it right.  Like ikat, is it eye-cat, ee-cot?  It’s ee-cot, BTW…

Anyway, I brought this up to my girlfriend because she was pronouncing ombre the way that I most hear it – hombre, like ‘man’ in spanish.  I’ve always pronounced it om-bruh, with the uh almost silent.  I don’t hear many say it that way though.  I thought it was a french word, hence my attempt at proper pronunciation, but I wasn’t sure.  So I looked it up.

Ombre is the french word meaning shades.

It is pronounced OM-burr.

 

ombre

I am crazy for ombre.  I loved it when Prada did a line of ombre bags a few years ago and I love it now, even though its saturated the marketplace.

My hair is a little ombre.  It started out as a product of my roots growing out, but then I liked it so much that I had it enhanced.

I am loving how ombre is transitioning into interiors and furniture.  I’m thinking someone is going to have to let me ombre their walls pretty soon!

black and brass + 1

I don’t know how I skipped over this tasty morsel, but for some reason it was sitting there lonesome on my desktop instead of in my last post.

Hello, I so wish this was my closet!!!

black and brass

I wear a lot of black.  The majority of my days consist of me in either all black, or blue jeans and a wife beater.  I don’t wear any jewelry, none.  I’m a simple girl.  I also think jewelry looks silly on me.

There is something appealing about the combination of black and brass.  Add a few mid-century pieces or some old worn wood and wow, yum.  Its so very sophisticated in its simplicity.

It’s just what I’m into right now.

beautiful

I love watching this new video by OK Go.

black and white

I’ve been working so much lately I haven’t had time to write.  I miss my kids when I am out all day, but I am loving the work that I am doing.  It’s hard being a working mom.

Lately I’ve been drawn to high contrast, in design, fashion, etc.  Here are a few great black and white rooms…

 

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midnight ocean

I am a blue girl.  My eyes are blue and I live in denim.  My front hall is painted the deepest teal like the deep of the nighttime ocean.

I love all shades of blue from the lightest faintest hint of pale pale blue, to the deepest midnight indigo.  I love it when a room is all those shades of blue mingling together with yellows and greens dancing around the space too.

I find the right shades of blue to be calming and serene as well as sophisticated, rich and bold.

This time of year, I feel the pull to the deep.  The dark midnight tones of teal and blues that have a slight green undertone to them.  The kind of blue it sometimes takes a designer to suggest…

ok, this one isn’t so green, but still deep and rich and bold…

purpledy blue

I love blue…and purple.  And pink and lavendar and periwinkle and warm grays that cast a purple tone at certain times of day.  There is something so serene about these colors.  I especially love it when you can’t tell, is it blue, is it purple?  It must be purpledy-blue…

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pop!

In the early 1980’s I went to private school.  We had to wear uniforms and the only way that we could express ourselves was with our socks and the boys’ boxer shorts that we wore under our unnecessarily short skirts.  I remember wearing the most absurdly bright neon socks with my plaid skirts.  I think they were bad nylon blends that folded at the ankles.  They could be ironically hip in an American Apparel kind of way right about now.

While I’m not really into neon socks anymore, I’m not really into socks at all, I do like a little pop of neon or bold color in an otherwise subtle interior.  It always feels so fresh, crisp, hip.