A plethora of cool side tables . . .
A couple of cute mirrors . . .
All I got at Homegoods that day were these cute little notebooks/journals . . .
Don't they look very Kelly Wearstler-esque??
At the indoor flea market, I found some goodies as well. First, what didn't make it home with me . . .
I loved these vintage, gold-tipped glasses and pitcher. Aren't the sherbert-y colors fab? But, I need more glasses like I need another hole in my head. So there they stayed. Sad face.
And this lovely brass etagere is such a stunner . . .
Of course, it was NFS (Not for Sale) as it was a display. I hate when that happens. What burned even more is that it still had the Habitat for Humanity markdown sticker on it. Some lucky antique dealer got this for anywhere between $11 and $22. My friend ModFruGal has this very shelf in her house (featured here on Small Shop Studio), and it looks amazing.
What did I pick up? A little ceramic box painted to look like malachite because, duh, I'm kind of obsessed with malachite.
And a couple of pieces that have roping/tassels because I'm a little obsessed with those too. So, I'm obsessed, so what?
Please excuse my "angry-looking" face in the mirror. This is my intense concentration face. It explains why I need Botox.
Both need some love and new paint, obviously. My daughter said the little garden seat/stool looked like it belonged in a circus and a friend called it "hideous" but I think with some work it could look like this Italian Tassel Stool featured on One Kings Lane . . .
Anyway, that's all I've got for now. I hope to show you some projects I'm finishing up, but life keeps getting in the way or rugs go on backorder till June. So infuriating. Until then, I'll leave you with a little pic I snapped of my daughter's cute outfit this morning. I just couldn't resist . . .
Sorry, it's blurry. Dashing out the door for the bus doesn't allow much time for focusing. I just loved the little striped jacket she threw over her Teach for America t-shirt and teal skinnies with matching sneakers. She's becoming her own little person who picks out her own outfits - kind of bittersweet, really. So stylin, my little Meg.