Elle Decor and More Happy News

This month offered some unexpected and charming surprises, from getting my own bungalow in the land of heaven (no, literally my neighborhood is called "bungalow heaven"), acquiring my first flat screen monitor (thank champagne with Amelia for that one), getting to redesign an entire home on my own, to having something I'd written, published in a national magazine, Elle Decor. For as long as I can fricken imagine, I'd always wanted to break into national consumers and technically I have, so I'm letting myself feel a little proud of somehow convincing Editor in Chief Margaret Russell that my scribbled commentary on the changing media landscape was worth her beans to be selected and placed among the lucky few in her kingdom of glossy.

Very soon I will be at the editorial helm of one of the Seven Sisters, or the like. Until then, you can read up on my latest post at your daily thread.

As I write this, the phone is ringing (don't worry, not on my desk) and I'm experiencing the irritating feel of 68 degree office a/c - all the while thinking of the beautiful weather I'll encounter this weekend and all the fun I'll have scouting Apartment Therapy and Craigslist for a buffet/credenza and working on my house. Just last night, a friend helped me set up my kitchen counter and island situation. TGIF (thank God I've Friends) Click here to check out my new home.  

Keep in touch,
sarah

Well Noted

Living in Pasadena comes with some perks, one of those being the antique malls and shops that line historic streets like Orange Grove and Fair Oaks, which at one time were driven by horse and buggies. One was even called Route 66.
My boyfriend and I went to an antique store on Fair Oaks. We were rummaging through boxes of old postcards - many with original writing intact. It's curious how interested we became in reading all the little notes and letters written by people before us who we never knew. Strangely, the writing called to me in a familiar way, like I had just received it at my mailbox instead of uncovering it from an old box labeled, "postcards $2." My boyfriend took home some pretty incredibly finds. I still potentially want to put them up on my wall in a cluster of framed cards. Probably saw something on Apartmenttherapy that inspired me. Here are some I found. I love the illustrations and font, plus the vibrant colors used on mine. You just don't see that amount of work put into cards anymore, unless their wedding invitations. In case you're wondering, here's what the first one says: "Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others, without getting a few drops on yourself." And "Troubles are like babies. They only grow bigger by nursing." Kitschy, clever and well noted!  

Here are a couple, which aren't mine, but ones I found to be incredibly humorous for being vintage postcards. They both feature prostitutes. The first one is supposed to be a prostitutes legs bitten by fleas from beds, which we assume, are plenty and varied. The second one is French, obviously, and shows a prostitute stealing from her unaware client.