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My great mistake, the fault for which I can't forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality // Oscar Wilde

Tag: prints

Ninesday.

9. Obsessed.

8. I’m still loving the natural facial cleansers (though I haven’t yet purchased one). Refinery29 referred me to this great shop on Etsy, MarbleandMilkweed. Rose & Chamomile Cleansing Nectar, you say? I’m in. The shop also has solid perfume and bath nectar. And just in case you weren’t convinced by their products, look at that packaging. I want all of that on my shelves.

7. I am completely in love with the Minimalliving collection sold at Deco Bazaar. This print, especially: “I may not be perfect, but parts of me are pretty awesome.”

6. I want to dress like this when I’m older. She’s impossibly chic.

5. Comma Workshop. “Each quilt has an original story or poem quilted directly into it, in both white thread and a contrasting color thread.  In this way, the 800+ words are a functional part of the quilt holding three layers of fabric together.  We machine quilt– by hand– thus our ‘comma cursive’ is original and freehanded, making no two quilts exactly alike.” What a beautiful idea. And an inspiring product.

4. I don’t often enjoy busy websites, especially when I am trying to view a store/upcoming collection for a designer. But wow, I have been proven wrong. I am loving SWASH LONDON’s site. Go play with it. And while you’re at it, look at their pattern-mixing prowess. I’m in complete awe.

3. A crocheted iPhone case, you say? I already have a case I’m fond of, but I wonder if it would work as a wallet. You know, one of those little ones that don’t let you carry all of the cards you don’t ever use/need.

2. What a nice fortune, Theyallhateus. And, no. I never wanted pink hair before I spent the last hour pouring over your blog. Thanks for that.

1. It’s reached that point in the semester. You know what point I’m referring to…the one that is constantly exhausted and overly thoughtful. All I want to do is daydream.

Ninesday.

9. The Cranberries. Forever love.

8. Oh, GILT. How do you get your name-brand clothes so cheap?

7. I’m terribly choosy when it comes to boots. And its rare that I will find a pair that I can see myself wearing everyday, for every occasion, without question. Acne’s done it.

6. Madewell. Again. And always.

5. Dying to have this  vu de l’extérieur print. I’m truly running out of wall space. And if I don’t stop gawking over Pinterest ideas, I’ll be sitting on stacks of artwork, rather than chairs.

4. Hahahah. Haaa. Because everyone needs a pop art, Warhol-inspired Frankenstein of their very own.

3. A monthly craft package?? What a fantastic idea, we love citrus! I know several people who would absolutely love to receive these!

2. Did I mention that I cooked with Papa Sean a while back? Fresh corn pancakes with chives, gouda, pepperjack, parmesan, sour cream & tomatoes. Positively divine.

1. Can you believe it is September already?

Ninesday.

9. I am Oak.

8. 30 day drawing challenge, brought to you by CLTRA CLCTVA. Also from this site, check out Amanda Mijangos. Her watercolors are beautiful.

7. Derek Lam, Derek Lam, Derek Lam. If I say his name three times, will one of these beauties appear at my doorstep? I hope so. The patterns in the 10 Crosby ’13 Resort collection are lovely.

6. I think I might make a mid-year resolution to wear more rings. I blame this obsession on Catbird. Like this one. And this one. Or maybe this one. Would it be weird to get an engagement ring for myself (just to wear, not a marriage proposal to myself)? Probably. You’re right. These are probably more in my price range, anyway.

5. The 2 Bandits. Need I say more? I see a lot more silver & denim in my future.

4. Vasilieva. Because we all love to follow blogs full of beautiful photos and well-styled folk.

3. Remember when I said things about rings, approximately ten minutes ago? Here’s more.

2. Belly smackin’ good. I want this print.

1. Is anyone else as ready for fall as I am? I wasn’t meant for this kind of weather. I mean, really. I freckle and burn. 90+ degrees isn’t my friend.