Bits of My Home

When a photographer friend asked to take some shots of my house recently, the initial thought made me cringe. (My mind raced with messy thoughts of messy toys & baby gear tucked into places that used to be clean corners of carefully placed items.) But then I realized it was a nice opportunity to savor in photographs, some of my favorite things.

This vintage mirror was a yard sale find that was floating in my family from mother-to-sisters for years. When it finally made it's rounds to me, I painted the once olive green cracked paint a crisp white. I love the way it looks against my Tiffany blue dining room walls. 

 This salvaged, vintage hutch was a purchase many, many years ago. It has seen me through my single years as a wardrobe for lacy underthings, with roommates as a storage space for cheap wine glasses (and even cheaper wine), and currently as a bookshelf for my most cherished reads. 

 There are many challenging things about living in an old Venice Beach bungalow... but having some of the original, gorgeous knobs is not one of them.

 My sweet baby girl has gotten into the habit of picking a flower for me every time she goes on a walk with daddy and the dogs. I always keep it on our window sill in the kitchen in a tiny glass from a set that was my Mother in Law's.

 These two objects perfectly embody the marriage of our lifestyle together. The hubs, a once wondering hippie who trekked through Europe back-pack style,  climbed mountain tops to "find himself" and collected a series of Buddha's along the way... And me, ever the romantic and vintage collector, stumbled upon this antique baby carriage from France on a ritualistic thrift shop and smile every time I see these two pieces together on our dresser top.

All photography by Heidi at
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