Can you believe it’s already back to school? The days have gotten a bit shorter, and I’m starting to accept that it’s fall. Things are ramping up here, and I’ve been finding inspo everywhere. Here are a few beautiful things that have been distracting me.
Today I have a before and after furniture reveal that is pretty much mindblowing. A while back, I wrote about a quest for the perfect TV watching sofa. When we first moved into the house, I had purchased a vintage sofa with the thought process of it’s: used, it already has dents and dings, and I won’t be sad when my kids wreck it. That thought process lasted for exactly 4 months.
After daily use, there were 3 new holes in the beautifully patinaed leather and my son had used his fingernail to scratch words into the back side of the leather. It was also sat through and incredibly uncomfortable with its shlumpy cushions. I had made a design disaster, and we needed a new sofa…badly.
The mixtape. What was once a form of high school communication for some has since become a nostalgic novelty item. When was the last time you made a mixtape? I haven’t made one for you in almost a year. I know, I’m sooooo not a good friend. But fret not. I’m back with a nerdy assemble of songs. No, there is no giddy romanticism I’m trying to convey in this playlist. It’s just a compilation of stuff that’s been making me shake it in the car…only at stop lights of course. Click thru to enjoy.
When it comes to vintage shopping in Chicago, you can shop til you drop, take a disco nap, rally and shop some more. It’s also safe to say I shop for vintage…a lot, and therefore I receive quite a few emails that go something like this: “Hey Kyla, I’m visiting Chicago, and I was hoping you’d share some of you favorite places to shop vintage.” Of course I oblige. Shopping for vintage is my jam.
Now, before you bombard my inbox asking to be sent the coveted, super secret list, keep on reading this post, then promptly bookmark, save to Pinterest, and engrain it in your brain because today I’m sharing the mother of all lists…House Of Hipsters ultimate guide to vintage shopping in Chicago and surrounding suburbs!
Popping in randomly for a weird life post that has absolutely nothing to do with home decor, but I felt compelled to share all the same. Yesterday was Friday. The Boy took Cooper to his first soccer match, and Zoe was already in bed. That meant I has the house to myself. I could pretty much do anything I wanted to do. Yippee!
This meant no Captain Underpants. Not Teen Titans Go. No Barbie and the Mermaid Rockstars. The remote was mine. Flipping through the guide…nothing…nothing…nothing…nothing. Gah! Jackpot. Here are the thoughts that ensued.