this is my vanity. can you see it? it's under there somewhere! i also hang all of my personal art in this corner. in the corner you may spot my buffy calendar. the cat beds are piled onto my gentlemens valet, which is capped with my fur hats from alyson. i sprayed them with citrus which is keeping linus away but i'm watching to make sure it doesn't deteriorate the fur.
this is the view from my bed. you can see one of my jam-packed rolling closets in my sitting room. at the foot of my bed i have a small formica table and chairs. the chairs are covered with clothes and aprons. the table is obscured by some of my vintage cake tins filled with jewelry and framed photos of my parents as children. my door is covered front and back with french memo boards holding hair accessories, vintage brooches, feathers and ribbons.
my dresser is pretty much buried, too. tiny jewelry boxes, assorted delicate hats, my grammie's marcel clips in a black flowered tin, a pink hairdryer that doesn't work and my boquet from my sister's wedding litter the top of it. my scarf collection covers the doorway to the walk-in closet in my room (i have another in the sitting room) and my overflowing shoe wardrobe spills onto the floor in the background. my wig cases filled with wigs, falls and hair pieces are stacked on the side. seen enough yet?
linus and lucy are sprawled across my bed with my new pink computer, my old black and red sparkle computer (i'm extracting the hard drive so it's out right now), an O Henry book, one of the Twilight books, perrier, some licorice (it's wrapped!), tons of pillows and quilts and my bathrobe. scary isn't it?
although its pretty disturbing that i can live like this, it isn't usually this bad. being sick has caused it to get worse than usual, but all in all i like my messy world. i was fascinated with my grandma's attic as a child. i loved the trunks of treasures and stacks of old board games strewn all over. the old clothes hung from nails here and there except the two frilly petticoats that were draped on the wooden rocking horse. i think i've modeled my world around the memories from my childhood to a certain degree. its a mess, but its mine and i love it!
outfit info
dress: tracey reese, snagged at the designer clearance at Nordstrom Rack
white eyelet shirt: forever 21
socks with tassles: gotta love that Target!
"member" bracelet and pearl-strung compass necklace: mmefortuna.etsy.com
sparrow necklace: pickypicky.etsy.com
i'm feeling kinda heidi today...
4 comments:
honey! I live your life of welcomed chaos. A chaos of your own creation. And that's the singular kind of chaos to live in and under.
You look like a flapper as much as you surround yourself with depression era luxury (yes, there was such a thing.) I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee your vanity! I oughta snap a pic that you can add to your pic collection! :o) I know, I'm not helping.
Your ex sounds lovely, by the way. A blonde wood desk?! WOW. What a doll! Oh Prue!! Your tattoo! FRANSISCAN STARBURST IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!!!
We'll live through one another, like sisters in chaos! I love it! What a great idea!
you are just the best! who else could appreciate such a mess?
my ex was lovely in many ways but monogamy was not one of them. he cheated like a fiend and i discovered later that each present i came home to (in my seperate apt, i should add) was the result of one act of infidelity. i forgave him when i found out, which was long after we had split, but i pity all of his subsequest girlfriends. i definitely benefitted from his larcenous acts, though! i'm such a pollyanna.
and i'd LOVE LOVE LOVE a picture of you to add to my vanity!!!!
If there's one thing that I have NO tolerance for, it's lying. And the fruits of lying, i.e. cheating. That's just NOT cool by any means. After the first instance, I would have bid him farewell... But I am not as kind and loving as thee. I endured cheating when I was in the service years ago. And I in California, he in Florida... well, it was a futile effort on my part to keep the relationship going. But I tell you I gave it all I had. :( Ever since that guy, I stopped trusting people.
But out of such horror, good things grew. So, I learned that not everybody is an arsehole. And that's when Chris popped into my life.
Funny how that worked out. I adore you, my Amelie-channeling sweetheart of a friend! You are too too fabulous!
P.S. Not that I can afford it, but I reserved that gorgeous necklace you hearted by Mme. Fortuna. Why? Because you're my style council! Woohoo!! I loves Susie Prue!
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