Upon realizing that masks are sticking around for a good while, I decided it was time to invest in something that actually sparked my fancy. Or tickled it - can fancy be sparked?, I say yes. I spotted these fun prints from Clare V a couple of weeks ago, but they were all sold out. Sadz. So I signed up for an alert when they came back in stock, knowing that ship had saled. But ahoy, they emailed, I clicked and package is in transit. Oprah wanted this for me.
I watched my first Masterclass last week with my team - we went with Kelly Wearstler to start us off. It was fine. Two hours is tedious. And sure, you can split it up, because the class is sectioned off into 'lessons', each lasting maybe 2 - 4 minutes. But are they really lessons when they show us how to keep our precious gemstone cabinet organized, or how to coordinate different slabs of marble on the floor, walls and ceiling of your powder room? I already knew that Kelly. Duh.
My friend Luke painted Raleigh's beloved "All are Welcome" mural on the side of the Poole's Diner building in downtown Raleigh. Now he's working on a new piece, same wall, just a few feet over, encouraging the community to support the city's small businesses. In the roots of the tree, he's including restaurants and bars that are vital to Raleigh's culture. He also puts a few Easter eggs in his paintings, he told me. There are his two mischievous black cats and the number 13, and - can you spot them?
I haven't read a book in too long of timez. So I bought Normal People by Sally Rooney for my Kindle app the other night and I stayed up til 4am reading it. Aren't books great? I'd forgotten. This is a great one to remind me what a treat it is to get lost in a book - I am the least preoccupied and distracted when I'm reading. Added to the do-more-of list.
Our dining table has been overwhelmed with quarantine projects. This week we are going to wheatpaste all these vintage punk show flyers in the guest bathroom. I am lucky - I am literally living out all my 14 year old girl dreams in this kondo. Sometimes I just look around and I'm real thankful for her, because she gave me all these ideas. My bedroom was plastered in flyers, stickers, skateboard decks and posters in high school, and my dorm room was the same - with the addition of rave flyers (I went to like, 5, but I did date a boy who carried a pacifier all the time, so = legit).
My tiny pleasure of the day is using this Aesop handcream - it's black pepper and patcholi and smells like opulence and outdoor natures and the instant bacon grits I used to make for myself when I got home from middle school (I put lots of pepper in them).
MY FAVE AESOP INDULGENCES
With Covid-lyfe, my decorating clients and I have to get crafty when making decisions on fabric selections. Sorting through fabric samples is a challenge - so we're sending lots of pictures, zoom calls and shipping selections back and forth. This picture pretty much sums it up - lots of choices for reupholstering the sofa to match the new rug, and wallpaper soon-to-be installed.