eleven.

one of the many cathartic effects of my most recent major life purge has been remembering i'm a girl.

i hadn't forgotten per se, but basically living with/surrounded by boysboysboys for the past five years lent itself to a certain level of apathy when it came to the more aesthetically delicate things in life. so, when i packed up my car and drove myself and every physical possession i own away from los angeles and to my peaceful upstairs bedroom in northern california, i made damn sure to unpack everything just so. i daresay i've even made myself a little girlie oasis...

let me preface the rest of this post by being completely forthright about who i am--- i am the girl who can pack for 12 weeks of international travel on three continents with a marginally filled carry-on bag. i am all about minimalizing my belongings to only necessities, and i am proud of the fact that i know my home will never be anywhere/anything materially tangible. with that said, i am a girl, and a guilty pleasure of mine the past five testosterone-charged years has been the hours i've spent oogling home decor blogs and mentally dog-earring the pretty little things i see in magazines or the homes of my girlfriends.

i have a serious weakness for domestication (much more on this in the near future, i'm sure). it makes the highly-educated, outdoors-y, low-maintenance parts of me cringe and hiss "for shame!", but i can't deny that i am currently reveling in the fact that there are more pillows on my bed than fingers on my hands, that i take joy in keeping fresh flowers in my room, or that my closet is organized by sleeve-length, hem-length, heel-height, and season... simultaneously.

so, welcome to my current "home". i think i might just stay awhile.

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a. my massive bed, on which approximately 1/8 gets slept. when i sleep, i stack all the pillows around me like a papoose... or a lover. it's unbelievably comfy.
b. my sole reason for keeping the shades drawn as the day winds down
c. step into my office, baby. postcards from every continent except antarctica
d. i love this mirror. i salvaged it from the war field that is our garage post-combining households and begged for help to have it hung for a three years before it finally became an excellent addition to the space.
e. allllllll my favorite things in one picture. if i could draw an explanatory diagram of arrows and labels to each item, the descriptions would simply be pictures of my heart.
f. closet space. i've been known to hang out in there recently. it's just that awesome. the parisian art is actually an impromptu way of keeping the UVs from bleaching my clothes (learned this the hard way) but i rather like it.