Move over Martha II

You all know just how insightful I am when it comes to all things style. So here’s the second installment in what’s clearly going to be an irregular series.

I’m all about the tea in this house. Currently in the pot is good old fashioned Bushell’s Billy Tea. A robust leaf with lasting palate. It replaces Twinnings Irish Breakfast, the last batch of which had this weird floral taste to it that I just couldn’t stomach even though I am one of those people who can be quite partial to a decent Earl Grey and often have Lady Grey thrown into my daily mix of tea selections. It must always always be loose leaf. Though mind you, if someone is offering to make me a cup of tea, they could use a bag of anything and I’ll appreciate it. Which brings me to our first item of the day, a teacosie. Even the word is adorable.
This appeals to the liker of all things Scandinavian that is currently my bent. They even have lovely wall art:
From Bookhou Design

From being closeted away under there, I’d be very happy to drink my tea from this:
a mug from Toast, somewhere I discovered via Jen. It’s the organic shape of it that gets me. Toast appears to be to the UK what Anthropologie is to the US. While I yearn for this sort of shop to exist in Australia we just don’t get them, instead getting ’boutiques’ run by the Prue and Trude’s of the world in shops with way too much shabby chic/French Provincial/pink where I feel big and clumsy. Worse. Clunky.

I found yellowmonday via Poppytalk, the simplicity, the ‘sparseness’, the cleanliness of her works appeals to me.

With some of her prints selling for as little as $10 a piece, it’s affordable art that could go a long way in making our house resemble uni student housing a lot less. Besides, I saw this and immediately of blackbird.
These are from some groovy store called Rare Device in San Francisco, a city that just seems to be packed with groovy people looking hip and happy all the time.
These are custom made mugs by Rust Design in Minnesota. So you could get them made for someone as a wedding gift or other special event marker. I like that kinda stuff although this particular design isn’t really doing it for me, it’s a bit ‘spindly’.

Just something else to fuel my burning desire to live in a converted warehouse:
I love the current trend of these big wall art installations that are actually a wallpaper. Love it. A lot. This is by some French outfit called Domestic and is adhesive vinyl, so you can just move it around to wherever takes your fancy. And I ask you, what’s not to love about that?

I really want this:
Michael Perry‘s book – A catalog of Type Hand Job. If I was an artist I think I’d be one producing work like this. It’s the type of book I could sit and look at for hours. All those hours that I just sit around letting my kids eat iceblocks for breakfast and ignoring the housework for another six months. I want to live in his Alphabet Town.

My quest for the perfect lounge and armchairs also continues:

I love the idea of this, but think the arms would ultimately dig in to you if you tried to smooch up in it with a book or a child:

Hate the colour but am pretty happy with the design:
you could swing your legs over the sides and the seat looks deep while the back looks high. I like that.

If my life was more Dr Who than Dr Seuss:
the *warning* *warning* *exterminate* *exterminate* suite of chairs. For those moments when my brain isn’t working so well, at least I could talk to my chairs. I mean, don’t these chairs just look like they could talk. (Subtext: I am a sucker for anything green)

I was having all manner of delights trying to come up with references to the size of our family, the sparcity of the image below (shut up, it is a word) and the loaves and fishes, but they were all lame. I think this is what they call ‘clinical’:
back to the lounges:
I kinda like the short fatness of this:

but look at how deep the seat is on this one. I am a complete sucker for a lounge with a load of cushions, which is stupid because do you know just how much my neck itches when I see the boys sitting on the cushions rather than leaning back into them? Or how much it shits me when I am picking up lounge cushions and rearranging them for the eleventy gagillionth time in an hour? Regardless, I really really like this:Imagine how many times you’d kick your pinky toe on this:
I’m quite liking the armchair but the sofa looks hard. And cold.

Mind you, all the above lounges are at Orson and Blake, a store I believe you can only shop at if you live in places starting with W – Waitara, Wahroonga, Woolhara, Woolwich, Warrawee or have children named Adelaide, Warwick, Edmund or Emmeline or have a husband who is either a Barrister or works in finance and who goes to Hong Kong or Singapore for business and perhaps a little bit more you choose to ignore. That or you’re seriously funky, living in a converted warehouse and have your own kewl clothing store, graphic design company or web/multimedia outfit. And no children.

This is called the boulder. It would look even more like one once my boys had been at it:
But forget the lounge I’m lovin’ the pouf in the background. It’s from Living Edge and that seems an appropriate moniker when you check out its range. Lots of edges. I do, however, quite like this:
and this:
But again, the wooden arms digging into your sides. And see how the whole thing seems to balance precariously on that thin wedge of the wood? We’re hardly petite around here and I have visions of our collective great gallumphing frames being too much for the lounge to bear.

Move over Martha

Being one with no disposable income and about to inherit another hand-me-down table (albeit a big one with fourteen chairs) and a home that is indeed an ode to Ikea and a bedroom that resembles more that of a uni student than grown up sensible parents to four, I can often be found perusing websites devoted to style and design I can not only not afford but would be stupid to purchase considering our current domestic situation. You know. With kids. Boys. Who view a lounge like a lion views a herd of wilderbeast. Something to be grabbed around the neck, tackled to the ground and rolled in dirt, blood, muck and guts until all that is left is a torn nay shredded carcass for the rest to pick over.

These are by an Australian designer Ian Factor and I like them very much:
They’re simply called ‘drawers’ and seeing as that is exactly what they are, I like that too. I also love the lines of this:

Coffee table

These are called fun, happy and smile:
There are matching carafes to go with them:
and bowls:

I like the concept of a handle-less cup for cups a tea. A beaker if you will:
I like these a lot.

I reckon my weetbix, yoghurt and strawberries would taste mighty fine in one of these:
and I can only imagine how good my bircher would taste.

I love the idea of Scandinavian furniture. But this almost $4,000 harp chair is not quite what I had in mind:
From the glasses to here are all available at Great Dane Furniture, a shop I could spend many an hour I suspect. They also have a blog, natch.

Moving on. From Anibou. This is called Penguin Donkey by Isoken Plus, which makes me want it even more. Can you imagine:
C – where’s today’s paper
K – Penguin Donkey has it.
I think I’d have to call it Albert.

This is by Johan Larsson and it appeals to the part of me desperate to live in a converted warehouse to be used as a room divider. It’s like Ikea for grown-ups.
I really like this chair.
I imagine it in a corner that catches the morning or late afternoon sun. Somewhere I could sit, legs curled up under me and a book in hand. Somewhere one of the kids could come to me and snuggle in next to me as we read something together.
No kid of mine would be allowed near it.
They would bring friends over who would ask, ‘why’s that chair there in the corner on its own?’ and the boys would calmly, with resignation, reply ‘oh, that mum’s chair’.
Full stop.

This bed appeals, although I want a fabric bedhead but I’m coming to that
It meets the prerequisite of no bed-end. The one rule that has been implemented by the 6ft3 husband. That and no beds with those weird wooden ledges around them. Shin-killers we call those. Although the feet on the bed above look like toe-killers, but I’m loving ‘the line’ of the bed head.

Moving on.

I have a bordering on stalking obsession with Cloth fabrics. In another life I would have loved to have been a fabric designer and producing fabrics like this woman. The problem with doing it in this life is that I simply would not know where to begin. I think I’ve spoken of this addiction before and if I wasn’t so lazy I’d go back and check but there you go really. I want, no need, a bedhead covered in one of their fabrics and then some bedside lamps in a complementary print and some throw cushions that make no sense to have on a bed because they always end up on the floor as you don’t sleep on them but look nice and turn your student-era bedroom to that of one for adults.

I mean apart from gorgeous organic fabrics like this:
and this:

I could be getting around town with a kicky little bag like this:
and coming home to a house that looked something like this:

I’ve basically copied this idea directly from

blackbird, but it appeals to my renewed interest/desire to get all crafty and also the cold hard reality of me being on maternity leave = us having a LOT less money.

It’s a little daliance into what’s on offer at Etsy.

So much nicer than the plastic bags we use… if we use a bag at all.

car litter bag by allysonhill

This wouldn’t fit a tenth of what I need to carry around, but it really appeals to my sense of humour at the moment. It’s Agnes Owl and she’s a fantastic cook:
What’s even better, is that the designer is in Sydney and calls herself Pavlova Magic. Ha hahahahaha

All together now. Awwww.
In fact, everything by Just Kidd’n is absolutely gorge.

I’ve taken quite a fancy to these as well:
They’re called simmer rings, and that makes me like them even more.

But I also like these:
Because they kinda remind me of the stuff made by these guys, which I adore.
So moving on…
I discover that not only do they do the most stunning homewares like this:
and rings like this (I had to link the whole page because I couldn’t choose one to encapsulate just how much I love them all).

I’ve discovered they do rugs. Over here. That can look as stunning as this:
But, if it couldn’t possibly get better, my favourite textile designer – Julie Paterson who is Cloth Fabric – is there as well. Doing rugs that look like this:
I mean, completely impractical for my life at this point in time, but OH how I love the work this woman does.