my inner martha stewart
was ridiculously happy to find the shop had been featured over at the Real Simple blog. For those you who don't have an inner Martha, RS is one of those delightfully guilty pleasure magazines where everything is neat and beautiful and orderly..and oh god, why can't life be full of impeccable closets, linen sheets, and french doors (for anyone who knows me, the prospect of french doors produces almost sexual frenzy, as do really good hardwood floors)... Anyway, I pick it up whenever I can and drool over the pages accordingly. Then of course shove it under the bed with other samples of decor porn--old issues of Elle Decor, Domino, and several Rachel Ashwell books I've had checked out way too long from the library...
That little deer box sold, but there are more in the shop. (I have a couple more deer figures salvaged from what is now known as the Great Woodland Massacre of August 2008, in which an entire box of vintage S&P shakers took a tumble from the top of the fireplace and at least one of each pair was busted. I never figured out which kitty was responsible for the carnage, but it was terrible..bunny ears and broken squirrels everywhere...
That little deer box sold, but there are more in the shop. (I have a couple more deer figures salvaged from what is now known as the Great Woodland Massacre of August 2008, in which an entire box of vintage S&P shakers took a tumble from the top of the fireplace and at least one of each pair was busted. I never figured out which kitty was responsible for the carnage, but it was terrible..bunny ears and broken squirrels everywhere...
Comments
ditto on the french door obsession.
Xo