The thing I love about San Francisco is that there’s never a dull moment here. Sure, it’s a quiet city compared to many of the big guns, but what makes me fall in love with the city over and over again is the endless array of insanely gorgeous yet non-intimidating stores you can find in any neighborhood. This one happens to be in mine.
It’s Sun-DIY, folks. Time to bust out the staple gun. For this project, I’m combining my affection for all things Mid-Century modern and my Linsanity for Southwestern, folksy, tribal textiles.
I’m thinking this will be a regular thing for my blog, because it gives me another excuse to
indulge in my obsession treasure hunt. It’s a looney tunes habit disguised as motivation for fresh content. I know you see right through me. But here’s how *I* see it: when I hear from readers who get inspired to thrift at this very store, I feel gratified and it only encourages my behavior. So deal with it. You might actually score something.
When does it end? You know, that seemingly incurable urge to possess more and more material things? I’m convinced that I’ll take it to my grave. Until then, my wish list is constantly evolving for the hotties that I want but refuse to acquire due to dangerous hoarding tendencies and my quest for material detachment. (Those who know me personally, I can see you rolling your eyes and laughing. It ain’t helping.)
Contrary to what you may think, I haven’t disappeared off the face of the earth completely….yet. I’ve just been caught up in something called real life.
All craziness aside, when did it suddenly become fall?
Don’t get too excited. It’s in Pennsylvania.
Not that there’s anything wrong with living in Pennsylvania, especially in a Richard Neutra house. Red door + mid century + respect to environment = major drool. Do I sound like a teenager? I’m not offended. This kind of architecture makes me talk the talk. It’s like, wow. Continue reading