Do you ever wonder where those “vintage” items we all love so much come from? Who owned them before us? For instance, my new (to me) tool box?
I’ll never forget that dress…It was gold and white lamé checked with a black velvet bodice. The perfect 1987 homecoming dress. The black velvet bow I found for my hair was the icing on the cake.
Lamé…do they even make dresses in lamé anymore…. because they should! The subtle (or not so subtle) sheen picked up the pulsating lights on the dance floor perfectly.
Recently I’ve realized something very important about pumpkin flavored things.
People either love them or hate them. There seems to be no in-between here. And every year around this time battles are waged in the war between the pumpkin flavor lovers and the pumpkin flavor haters.
Social media is flooded with the intense opinions of both sides of this issue. Some people wildly cheering for the arrival of pumpkin spice lattes while others bemoaning the fact that they are slammed from all sides with pumpkin this and pumpkin that.
Ok, so I don’t know for sure that this is THE most simple fall mantel ever.
But I do know for sure that it is MY most simple fall mantel ever.
I don’t have a wide, wood planked front porch. I don’t have rocking chairs or hanging ferns or a porch swing. My porch is not cottage-y or farmhouse-y.
My porch is stucco-y.
There is nowhere quite as important to a teenage girl as the mall. Not only is it the place to see and be seen, but it’s also where all of one’s fashion dreams can come true. In my day, Wet Seal was THE store. I just knew that if I could get my clothes there then any awkwardness I was facing in those tenuous years would instantly fade away.
I would walk through the door and I would be overwhelmed by the utter stylishness of it all. From stirrup pants to acid washed jeans with zippered ankles and cut off sweatshirts. It was all I could do to stay focused.
Cue my mom.
Hi, it’s Julie, from redheadcandecorate.com! You know, as a little girl growing up in New York State, Fall was all about Halloween. I remember tons of curled leaves on the sidewalks as I scooted through the neighborhood in my cat costume collecting candy in my pillowcase. I’m not even sure if I noticed the colorful foliage before the leaves shed, but I do remember having a plan to rake the entire yard by myself. I remember raking so long that blisters developed on my little hands, and my dreams of mile high piles to jump in quickly turned to thoughts of, “Maybe I should go watch the Brady Bunch and try again later” thoughts.
My husband and I have recently discovered the miracle that is Netflix. Yes, we are slow to integrate new things into our home. Don’t judge. So far we have finished the first season of Blacklist (the 2nd season just premiered!!!) and last week we finished watching the first season of 24.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that I really wanted to throw a pillow across the room when we finally made it to the last episode of 24. If you haven’t watched it just know that if you feel like throwing a pillow across the room you wouldn’t be the only one. 😉