Teal obsession: I’m cheating on my favourite colour

This isn’t going to seem like a big deal to most of you. I see so many pictures through social media of people’s colourful lives. And I really wish I could be so bold. For me, colours are a big deal. In the past, I’ve tried to introduce many colours into our home. But the truth is, it drove me IN.SANE. I hope that doesn’t sound rude? I’m well able to appreciate when people share they’re colourful homes and if anything, I’m jealous. But I just can’t do it. Call it DOCD – design obsessive compulsive disorder.

But that all changed a couple of weeks ago. It’s really lame, but it started with a hoodie my husband bought in H&M. It was a really dark teal. Oh. It was nice, and that freaked me out. But no, this isn’t a dark berry colour, so just no. But the more I thought about it this new hue, the more I realized it might actually go really well in our home. So I tested it out with an easily disposable item – candles. I headed to my local Tiger store and picked up two teal candles for €1.

They pretty much sealed the deal. Last week while I was doing my lunch time charity shop route I spotted two particularly interesting gems. Both of which were within range of my new colour obsession. First I saw this Achill Pottery bud vase. I’d seen a few of them before in charity shops here and there, but never had I seen one in this colour. The bottom half is pushing it with the brightness factor, but I like the top half so it makes it okay. It’s a rather cute little wobbily vase with different sized holes in it for buds and off-cuts. 

I then spotted this picture frame in the same charity shop. While I know it itself is not teal, the thick wedge of glass on it glints teal whenever I walk past it. I should say this frame was in a very sorry state in the shop. It had a massive old sticker across the glass, rendering it pretty severely gross. But I saw past the ugly. I steeped it in warm soapy water, and laughed a menacing manner at all those who disregarded it. 

CONFESSION: we have no photos in our home. Now that I think of it, ever since I moved out from my parent’s place close to 8 years ago, I haven’t had one photo printed and framed. Not even one from our wedding, which was almost 2 years ago. So I’m hoping that now I have this pretty little number, it might encourage me to get my ass in gear.
xx A

Feast for the senses

Spotted on Design*Sponge yesterday, this gorgeous spread created by Michele Varian stopped my heart. Here is her webiste. If you haven’t clicked the link yet, you are for seriously missing out.

Now that it’s autumn, I’m drawn to deeper, darker hues and romantical settings, and this ensemble hits the spot. Most would agree this culmination might be more suited to Halloween than Thanksgiving {which is what it’s aimed for}, but none-the-less, I would jump at the opportunity to have any of Michele’s incredible pieces.

I’ve been on the hunt for some beautiful bell jars for our abode. They’ll actually come in handy with regards to kittehs. Perfect protection against wandering paws during the day when mommy and daddy aren’t home.

That candelabra, the anatomical heart, smokey glasses, alternative ceramics, black candles, and I wish I had the balls to carry off those navy walls c/o Benjamin Moore. To die for. Break me off a piece of that talent.