Domesticity

The title describes my feelings about packing. Which I need to do. Especially if I’m ever going to achieve my dreams of living like this.

It’s just so LAME, ya KNOW?

Even though I am the opposite of jazzed about packing up my LIFE, I do finally have boxes that I got from work. So that’s cool. Less cool? That I have to schlep them home on the subway tonight. For the first time EVER I wish I had a car in the city. But I think this feeling will pass.

I’m now taking suggestions for my “Packing up my LIFE” playlist. (Don’t bother mentioning “Don’t Stop Believin'”. That’s pretty much built into any playlist I ever create.)

So you know how I’m marginally obsessed with home decor lately? Well, I think I have narrowed down my ideal color palette (based largely on things I already own, naturally).

It started when I fell head over feet for this little piece of gorgeousness. (Sidenote: If I ever get married in the spring, you may see this again.)

From that moment on, I haven’t been able to get seafoam green out of my head. Especially when combined with gold. Lurrrve.

So I did I quick Google image search for “seafoam green decor” and came up with these little beauties:

And because I must have bookshelves:

Swoon.