When it comes to sleeping I am either the absolute best or the absolute worst at it – ask my BF for confirmation on that one, so don’t let that pretty image of my bedroom above food you. I either stay up until the wee hours of the night browsing the internet and get sucked into some sort of tech vortex, or my body does the exact opposite and never wants to wake up from my slumber. I am sure that I am doing things wrong and I keep hearing that I should have a bedroom/nighttime routine, but making sure I brush my teeth for 2 minutes after I breathe slowly for 5, and then put on the same clothes whilst dimming the lights to the right hue is just not as high as it should be on my TODO list at the end of the day. But – with that said, your bedroom should be the place where you rest and relax. It should be a comfy and calm place where all of your cares just melt away, and you are able to enjoy just winding down (easier said than done). But, many of us (myself included) just don’t know how to create a mellow relaxation space that will help us destress properly. If you’re one of those people – then today I have some of the top tips (and my biggest mistakes) in making your bedroom the place to actually get a good night’s rest. Here we go, wish me luck:
Once upon a time a sweet little Mormon boy (that would be me) moved to LA and felt very lost in the sea of creatives, of unknown territory, and of all the so-called “friends” that LA had to offer. I know – woe is me, my life was so hard. I ate myself silly with Costco potstickers and the amount of times I watched Rent (alone at night) before I drifted off to sleep was NOK. I hadn’t quite found my place, I didn’t yet feel inspired, and I lacked those creative beings in my life that an artist (am I now calling myself an artist?!) so desperately needs to bounce ideas off of, talk about how dumb the hipsters are, and pretend that we don’t ourselves fall into that exact category.
The amount of times that I have wanted to pull all my eyelashes off one by one while getting lost in the megastore we call IKEA is actually not ok. Typically I am there last minute before a shoot, early in the morning before a weekend project, or because some friend needs help furnishing their new space on a moderate budget. All valid reasons but somehow even the 50 cent ice cream doesn’t make the trip worth it. But, then IKEA goes and introduces a new collection and all I want to do is stand in line at their door the day it goes on sale and eat my $7 bag of temped meatballs while I wait for the doors to open.
In case you missed yesterday’s post where I gave you the intro to this new series I am dubbing “what happens when Anthro moves in” AKA every home owners dream, head over here to read the full post and see what they did to an Amber Interiors project (trust me it is worth a look). Today it is part II of the series and we are diving into Brooke and Steve Gianetti’s “patina farm” which they built from the ground up on a perfect parcel in Ojai. I know – I already hate them too for how casually beautiful their house and their lives sound. And trust me you will hate them even more when you start scrolling through these pics. These guys have style oozing out of their pores in such an effortless way that makes me question moving up to Ojai and moving into their chicken coop to learn all their secrets. In case you think I am crazy please reference above picture of the exterior of their house.
You know how every time the new Anthropologie catalog comes in the mail or you step into one of their perfectly curated stores you instantly just want to leave this sad-mess-of-a-so-called-life you live to instantly melt into that perfectly imperfect world that type of person ACTUALLY lives in? Or is it just me? Well regardless of your answer, Anthro presents a pretty damn good case for the magical world of what styling can do to your consumer brain. Working for the ladyboss of styling herself, Emily Henderson – I quickly learned that styling for editorial shoots is all about evoking a mood, a scene, a feeling, an emotion, or something that would make you want to jump from your dismal ikea couch into that luxurious setup on those glossy pages. However, if you pick apart those Anthro catalogs and the way they style you will quickly find that they are entirely unrealistic. I mean who cooks with a bushel of non wilting tulips on their counter while, 32 full squash (with leaves intact) are getting cut up on a surface that is splashed with perfectly placed cracked artisanal eggs and sifted clumps of flour. NOT ME! But, I want to live there, or be there, or meet that person, or go through their garbage, which is exactly why you walk into their store and end up buying gold measuring cups that look like baby swans that are completely impractical and cost $49 but you just had to have them.