We’re moving! Though we’ve only been in our current place for a little over 15 months, we’ve definitely outgrown it. Trying to find space for projects and photoshoots in our teeny tiny 1 bedroom with zero natural light was probably my biggest challenge last year. Our new place is bigger and brighter! Like, I can actually set up a permanent space for photoshoots. Hallelujah! Also, the kitchen is straight out of my dreams. As soon as we get it set up, I’ll share photos. So if I seem a little bit frazzled over the next few weeks, you’ll know why. Here are some beautiful interiors getting me pumped about the move.
Hello, beautiful. Friends, I’d like to introduce you to our dining room table and chairs! Do you see now why I’m obsessed with them? As I mentioned yesterday, they belonged to my grandparents. Think about how many dinner parties this table has hosted, generations it’s watched grow and secrets it’s overheard. I can’t wait to have my own events and add new stories. I still can’t believe I have something so special in my home. It’s part terrifying part incredible. Thankfully the cats have been really good, but I have spray bottles locked and loaded if they decide to be naughty!
Not only are these table and chairs a part of my family’s history, but they represent a significant period in the history of design. The table was designed by Edvard Valentinsen and the chairs by Norman Cherner for Plycraft, both around 1960. Yep, I’ll be eating breakfast on a Cherner chair. #NBD. Is this real life? The table has two leaves turning it into an oval shape as well as four tall back chairs. One day when we have a bigger space, you’ll see the full length of the table and the beautiful chairs. Now, I realize not everyone gets their jollies staring at a table, so I added cats just for you!
Hi. hello. Welcome to our living room! Come on in and stay a while. Having lived in our new apartment a few months now, I thought it about time to give you a proper peek. It’s easy to find reasons to delay sharing home snapshots because the space never feels totally finished. I mean it isn’t. I’m always collecting knick-knacks and treasures to put here and there. Even since snapping these photos I found a lovely gold mirror to hang above the bar cart. Oh well. I’m a wild woman. So here it is; the chalkboard globe counting down to our Jamaica trip; the orange couch and super wacky chair my mom said we had to get because it matched Nick’s pants; the DIY retro coasters from Nick’s sister; the nutcracker I made of and for Nick last Christmas wearing an outfit he actually owns; and of course, the kittens because you really can’t take snapshot without ‘em. There’s no place like home.
The most beautiful house I’ve ever lived in (aside from my parent's place). Finding housing during college was always comical. I never ever planned ahead and would always be scrambling at the last minute to find a roof over my head. It made for some great random roommates and it allowed me to live here!
I spent the first quarter of my senior year interning at a non-profit in Washington D.C. It was awesome, but let’s save that for another day…or month. When I left Santa Barbara I didn’t know nor care where I was going to live once I returned. Bad Jamie. As my internship neared the end I started to panic. I still had nowhere to live and most of my best friends were already settled or had graduated. Was I going to have to bunk with Pirate, the resident one-eyed homeless man?
One day a friend of a friend of a friend posted a picture of this house on Facebook with the caption, roommate needed, interested? Was this a joke? No way could my laziness have granted me the opportunity to have my own room paying reasonable rent, in the most adorable yellow Victorian house in all of Santa Barbara! It was not a joke. I spent the remainder of my senior year living here, with some of the best roommates and weirdest landlords a girl could ask for.
See that front porch? That was one of my favorite spots in the whole house. I spent many hours sitting out there, writing, reading, singing, thinking. It was the best place to unwind… and call out to drunk strangers walking by at night. And my room, oh how I loved this room. It was so quirky with it’s slanted ceilings, oddly places fixtures, lace covered windows and It fit me and my things perfectly. It was the room of my childhood dreams with glow in the dark stars, Christmas lights, the beginnings of my goblet collection, a dream catcher and the most hilarious plastic eagle touch-lamp $5 could buy. Sigh. There will always be a place in my heart for Santa Barbara, and our little house on the corner.