vintage mirror / silver leaf pendant / silk draperies / sultan lamp / cowhide rug / duvet / greek key throw / herringbone blanket
My 2-person-plus-dog family recently moved--not the across-the-hall move I am so fond of, but a real move, to a new building in a new neighborhood. Leaving our "old" home was difficult, for a number of reasons. My "old" home saw my transition from law school (doe-eyed with oblivious excitement) to life as a lawyer (heavy-eyed, no doubt, but with renewed enthusiasm). My "old" home saw my creation of new, meaningful relationships: It was there that I fell in love with, moved in with, became engaged to, and came home as a newlywed with my husband. It was there that I met lifelong friends, who came in their own ways just as I needed them the most. My "old" home saw my evolution, at a critical time in my life, into who I am today.
These pieces inspired our new master bedroom. Some we owned already; others we are using as a blueprint to curate our bedroom together. The vintage mirror was a staple in our old bedroom, something I bought and husband grew to love (despite it being a "mirror that just doesn't function as a mirror," as he often lamented). Moving from a carpeted bedroom to dark hardwood, the cowhide is as practical as it is fitting for the space. And what can I say, I am have a soft spot for all Greek Key patterns. This pendant lamp, though, takes the cake. I dream of it at night. I am using blue tones--light blue lamp and blanket, contrasted with navy drapes and other dark accents--to lend the bedroom a touch of masculinity. It's kind of like D.C.--largely traditional at first glance, but unique--even playful--upon a closer look.
My 2-person-plus-dog family recently moved--not the across-the-hall move I am so fond of, but a real move, to a new building in a new neighborhood. Leaving our "old" home was difficult, for a number of reasons. My "old" home saw my transition from law school (doe-eyed with oblivious excitement) to life as a lawyer (heavy-eyed, no doubt, but with renewed enthusiasm). My "old" home saw my creation of new, meaningful relationships: It was there that I fell in love with, moved in with, became engaged to, and came home as a newlywed with my husband. It was there that I met lifelong friends, who came in their own ways just as I needed them the most. My "old" home saw my evolution, at a critical time in my life, into who I am today.
The move into a sparkling-new building was a welcome prompt to update our home. When my now-husband and I moved in together, it was into my place--my furniture, my art, my taste. Over the course of time we changed some pieces out for others, but it still felt like mine, not ours. The move gave us a chance to make our home "ours," and to do so together.
