MoS Obsessions: Ashley Whittaker Designs

NYC designer Ashley Whittaker is no stranger to major design publications or the blogosphere, but each time I look at her rooms I notice details that make me fall in love all over again.  Her designs are warm and fresh, with a touch of chinoiserie or Palm Beach, but she is careful to balance such pieces with traditional antiques.  Her love of color and pattern evidences her Florida roots, but she shows restraint by using only two main colors in a room.  The rooms below are timeless and classic- I would happily live in any of them!

Check out more of her beautiful designs on her website, here!

Friday Vignette

Happy Friday!  Patterned sofas on my mind as I stare day-in and day-out at one I want to recover...

via Pinterest

Love Languages and Some New Earbobs!

Before we got married, our minister required pre-marital counseling that included reading Gary Chapman's 5 Love Languages.  At the time, I was in the middle of law school exams and the thought of reading a mandatory marriage book was low on my list of priorities.  However, fast forward a few years, and I realize how valuable that book is in understanding how to make your spouse feel appreciated.  My love language is receiving gifts (shocker I know), so in the middle of this tricky time of sleepless nights, my husband asked me if there was anything in particular I had my eye on.

During a late-night web-surfing session, I spotted these turquoise earrings and fell in love.  The stones are smooth but imperfect, as they are natural stones.

They are from an estate and were made in France.  I love the gold settings- I'm going to have a jeweler add posts so I don't risk losing them.

The earrings are a good size- I am so tall that I can't wear anything too delicate.

These are just the pick-me-up I need!  Do you know what your love language is?

Monday's "Hip" and Funny

One of the joys of a new baby is having plenty of time during late-night feedings to catch up on online reading.  I was looking through the NY Times Style section (for the first time in ages) and found this hilarious satire on the making of a hipster.  

Check out the link below for a good laugh!

How I Became a Hipster

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image via nytimes.com

In the spirit of full disclosure, my husband now often sports a beard, skinny(ish) jeans, and boots, while riding his longboard to visit our neighbors who have a chicken coop, listening to Mumford & Sons.  His socks are not local.  Say what you will, but I find it to be a big improvement over the pleated khakis and tassel loafers of yore.