I am loving these really unique, crafty scarves/necklaces by Necklush. I might need one. Like ASAP.





I am REALLY bummed I missed out on this perfect rug from Aga John on One Kings Lane yesterday. It is the PERFECT rug for a room with black walls. Which is something I am doing in my next home fo’ sho’. With deep pink and red accents. And white modern furniture like a tulip table.
Damnit.


**WARNING: I am going to indulge myself with this hideously verbose weekend mind-dump. My apologies if you glaze over after two paragraphs.
Last night I went to hear Elizabeth Gilbert speak at Harvard and I’m still trying to sort through the experience. The excitement of seeing her in person is probably the equivalent of what it might be like for most people to meet their favorite movie star. She is at once modest, hilariously funny, quick witted, brutally honest and clearly meant to be my BFF. I don’t mean to be all “single white female” about it, but I would probably sell my firstborn to have dinner with this woman. There is such a joyful truth in not only her writing, but her presence as well, that one can’t help but be enchanted.
Eat, Pray Love seems to divide people into two groups- those who loved it (and I mean LOVED it) and those who found it to be self-indulgent. I clearly fall into the former category. No wait, that doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings about it. I am like the crazy annoying captain of the varsity Eat, Pray, Love Cheer Squad. Pom poms shaking, cartwheels, back flips and all. When I read it for the first time I had a truly visceral experience. I had never felt so personally connected, so deeply understood -as a writer, a woman, a reader- in my life. Maybe that sounds crazy to you, but it’s the honest truth. And honesty is the name of the game with Gilbert. I could not believe how exposed she made herself, and in such a laugh out loud way, which only makes her more charming. For those who felt her year long journey of self discovery was self absorbed, I counter by saying that I believe that it was painful, honest and brave. I think, in a way, taking that trip was a very responsible thing for her to do. Instead of jumping into another relationship with the wounds from her previous one still raw and bleeding, she would have not only hurt herself but also the next person she decided to share her life with. I think we’ve all done that at some point. And that, I fear, is a bit reckless. Instead, she stepped away to explore who she was, who she wanted to be and what ideals were important to her- making her a whole, educated and more at peace person in which to share with another. But then to put it all on paper for millions of people to read the world over–my God, that is just ballsy. When I write personal pieces I am always overwhelmed by that inner voice saying things like “What will people think? What if they you offend someone? What if you hurt someone’s feelings?” So for me, what she admits to is admirable and, for a lack of better word, just plain cool. She unearthed and shared the most treacherous parts of her internal landscape without those concerns about popular opinion or discretion, and I think that also made some people feel uncomfortable. Not everyone will admit or acknowledge the ugliness that resides in all of us. No one is a perfect moral compass or flawless master of human relations. I find those parts of people to be the most interesting, as I believe Gilbert does, but I do believe that it unnerves many who aren’t ready and willing to take the bad with the good and see it all as part of this beautiful mess we call life.
With the passion I felt for EPL, I waited with bated breath for the follow up, which took forever. I felt a mixture of apprehension and delight when I picked it up at the bookstore. The preface made my heart swell again for Gilbert- with her admission that she was terrified to write another book after the massive success of EPL. I can’t imagine the pressure a blockbuster best-seller that people felt to be “life changing” would put on a writer sitting in front of the blank page. I, as a reader, felt the same. I knew that she’d never be able to duplicate what she crafted with EPL and I knew deep down I would probably be let down. Having both admitted that to each other (in my head-again, I sound crazy), I dove in. And I hate to say it, I was let down.
The personal anecdotes and voice I loved so much in EPL were sadly scarce in Committed. There are chapters in which it would appear briefly, like a buried treasure, stuck in between a pretty dry historical and global history of marriage. I find the human condition, and particularly relationships, to be endlessly fascinating. As I get older and gather more experience I only become more intrigued by what it is that makes us tick and do the things we do and how our emotions drive our decisions-logical or not. However, the reason I love Gilbert so much is for her wonderfully familiar voice and casual writing style which makes you want to exclaim “OMG! Exactly! Me too!” Instead of feeling talked to, you feel she is conversing with you. In this book though I did not feel that way as much. One exception was when she listed her worst faults in one chapter. She wrote them down as a way to alert her boyfriend/fiancee about her most unflattering characteristics, protecting herself with a kind of “don’t say I didn’t warn you” insurance policy. That made me laugh, especially as I listed my own faults in my head simultaneously and felt a bit horrified at the thought of presenting them to someone BEFORE marrying them! I seem to operate on more of a “sneak attack” method, I think, allowing myself to seem totally together and then -SURPRISE- I’m actually a totally insecure person who leaves piles of clothes all over the house. I also really appreciated her honesty about her lack of desire to have children, a very unpopular opinion for women in their 30’s in the US. It’s almost an insult to people to hear that woman does NOT want to have a laughing, gurgling little one strapped to her and I commend her for totally owning that decision and being okay with it. Same with her feelings about not wanting to ever get married again. Her exploration of those choices IS interesting, but I did feel a bit of a disconnect this time around. As if there was more she wanted to say but didn’t want to typecast herself as a gut-spilling, emotionally confused person.
So when I was driving over to see her speak last night I was a bit uncertain. But the second she took the podium and cracked some clever jokes I immediately recognized that voice again. In person she is as good as the best stand up comedian I have ever seen but also thoughtful and smart as a whip. She is an educated, graceful person who speaks both eloquently but also isn’t afraid to drop the f-bomb while speaking in a friggin’ CHURCH. And when asked by an audience member what her advice was for aspiring writers, she bluntly advised avoiding all masters in creative writing programs to a somewhat shocked audience. Let me remind you, this was being held AT HARVARD. I almost died laughing knowing that half the people in that room (or more) were probably currently enrolled in such a program. Or even better, taught a program like that. But her explanation was spot on. She said writing is not a trade. You can’t graduate and go the the “Creative Writing Factory” and get a job. This is something that until 50 years ago was never taught and the worst thing you can do for your creativity is go into debt, which most people getting advanced degrees do. This reminded me about the best advice my dad gave me when I was thinking about getting my masters in design- he told me it was a waste of time and money. He said (to the effect of) “either you have it or you don’t honey. You can’t teach how to have a good eye. You have it, so go use it”. Gilbert jovially apologized for offending anyone, but she said “you asked for MY opinion and that’s what it is”. Owning her voice completely, she did not care who turned up their nose or scoffed. For someone who weighs others opinions too heavily, I want to try to integrate some of that attitude in my own life. She continued to present these belly-laugh inducing gems that made us all turn to each other and say “isn’t she just AWESOME??”
I am so immensely glad I got the opportunity to hear her speak. I am more inspired this morning to write than I have been in ages. If you loved any of her books I highly recommend checking her site for her future book tour dates and taking time to go. You won’t regret it.

I have long been obsessed with having a corner banquette in my kitchen. I adore the idea of being able to sit and read the paper with coffee in a comfy spot or having friends enjoy a glass of wine in the same room while I cook (or open more wine and place a delivery order, rather). I saw Ballard’s newest freestanding version in their latest catalog, complete with nail head trim. As you know, nail heads makes everything better in my humble opinion. Available in a variety of fabrics and various sizes, you can just slide this bad boy into a corner, add a pedestal table (I prefer a Tulip table) and voila- no need to call a finish carpenter to build one in for you!

Here are some images of delicious kitchen banquettes that I would be glad to call my own:














Dear Vintage Boston Bus Roll from Paris Hotel Boutique,
You complete me.
xoxo,
Erin

I just adore the graphic element they add to any space. Especially a space like my new office *ahem*.
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I felt like I was alienating a chunk of readers by commenting incessantly on Twilight so I wasn’t going to post a review, but since so many of you have asked for one- here it is. Brief, and totally biased, but my take on the latest installment of Twilight.
Midnight on a Thursday and all 13 theaters at the Boston Common cinemas were playing New Moon- and completely sold out. I had spent the hours leading up to it with friends (and the most amazing New Moon red velvet mini cupcakes courtesy of Sweet) imbibing in Culletinis and drooling over Rob’s Vanity Fair spread…again. We got amazing seats, brought a Lululemon water bottle full of wine (totally an oxymoron) and waited….and waited. Most of the women there were more mature, with a scattering of teens complaining about having tests in the morning and WAY more guys than I ever would have expected. No screaming, no hysterics, which was a delightful surprise.
By the time the movie started I was EXHAUSTED, so I don’t feel like it got my full attention. My overall reaction was this though: Team Jacob? Taylor Lautner was the best thing in the movie, physically (holy sh*t) and acting wise. He’s darling and makes you really root for Jacob- even if you are a die hard Edward fan (ahem!). Kristen Stewart is beyond terrible in my opinion- her whole performace a series of tortured facial expressions and huffing. She does look effortlessly beautiful though. Rob wasn’t great either. His “swoon worthy” lines seemed forced and he looked like he was in pain (and those contacts looked extra painful this time around). I understand he’s a brooding, heartbroken vampire who IS in pain, but it felt….awkward. The special effects are a bit better than the last time, and the wolfpack is pretty darn cool. What was really funny is that while 90% of the theater was “Robsessed”, when it came time for his big shirtless scene it went silent. No yelping or cat calling, because after spending most of the film watching Taylor run around shirtless you sensed that everyone almost felt bad for skinny, pale Rob (and I love him, and don’t typically dig muscley guys!)
The story is in line with the book,the direction was better than the first and the end makes you want more, but overall I was a little let down. I didn;t feel any passion in a film that is supposed to be all about passion. Perhaps it was my level of exhaustion, perhaps it was just so overhyped that nothing would impress me. The books are just so much better, it’s not even funny. I’m going to go see it again when I’m wide awake and perhaps I’ll feel different. Let me know what you guys think!!!
I am unabashedly going to geek out so hardcore today over the release of New Moon at midnight tonight! I’ve got a great event to go to first at Luna Boston, and then a pre-party with some equally excited women at which I’ll change from my “designer persona” duds into this little number and completely FREAK MY FREAK until midnight when I’ll be in the theaters with throngs of screaming ladies watching the movie! It’s like Christmas morning!
And you thought I was cool….
I did have a reader write me a while ago asking me if I would do a Twilight inspired room post. If any day is appropriate for me to do this, it’s today. I wanted it to reflect the dark moodiness of the movie, but not the typical “black and red” vampire color scheme. So instead I chose black, white and deep forest green, which reminds me of the mossy, damp town of Forks (wow, I can’t believe I’m writing this). And what better room to base on Edward and Twilight than a bedroom? (wink, wink) Since Edward is 100+ years old, I wanted the room to have a mix of antique styles from different decades-almost as if they were collected throughout time. Everything has a reference to the book (canopy bed, fur blanket, deer head, etc.) and I think all and all, it looks quite chic and not “Twilight” at all! The perfect room for the grown up Twi-hard who doesn’t want posters on her wall!
The room itself would be very much like Jenna Lyon’s bedroom- creamy marble mantle, black walls and great architectural detail. I’d make the focus piece this antiqued mirrored “True Romance” Neirmann Weeks bed (hey, vampires are loaded so budget isn’t a factor). I’d pop an alabaster deer head above the headboard for a really graphic, unexpected punch. And the room would smell of Diptyque’s Baies Noir candles…




An antique rug and deep green velvet drapes would create a really rich atmosphere.


Simple sleek white with black Yves Delorme bedding and a faux fur throw (hello Jacob) at the foot and mirrored pillows for a shimmery effect.



A mid-century chandelier to add some funk:

Alabaster lamps on top of Moorish inlaid tables giving it an eclectic, cultural look.


A antique dresser topped with bell jars covering plants and mosses and tons of candles in mercury holders.




Wall decor would be varied- a really large format photograph on one wall that looks oh-so appropriate, something modern and abstract on another (this is Amanda Talley) and a Venetian mirror above the dresser (to reflect the Italian component of the book)



In a seating area (with large photograph from above hung on wall) a Barcelona daybed with a pillow in Schumacher’s Shock Wave velvet with a green throw and petrified wood side table.




And by that, of course, Sapien bookshelves stacked with old books:


Of course I had to create a themed cocktail for the party leading up to the midnight showing, so here it is:

(a.k.a. the Cullentini, a.k.a. What Will Get Me Drunk Enough To Deal With Hordes of Screaming Teenagers at Midnight Tonight)
1 1/2 shots citrus vodka (you can make it 2 if you want to SEE sparkles)
splash of Chambord
1/2 shot simple syrup
1 shot pomegranate juice (POM is good)
squeeze of fresh lemon juice
rub rim of lemon wedge around rim of glass and coat in sparkly sugar (mine is Stirrings Lemon Drop Sugar Rim)
Shake and pour into glass. Drink enough that when you get to the theater for the midnight New Moon showing you start kissing the Rob Pattinson cardboard cutout on display while your friends laugh/take pictures to post on Facebook.
Imperial Trellis? Eh, it’s pretty.
Grasscloth? A classic, you bet.
But if I were going to wallpaper a room right now it would be with these Bruce Weber shots of Robert Pattinson. Yup, I’m jumping deep into teeny bopper mania with both feet (slightly more highbrow seeing as it’s VF not Teen Beat…). Even if you hate Twilight you cannot deny the beauty of this man.* le sigh*
And get ready for occasional Twilight pop culture digression this month as the release of New Moon approaches (I’m actually going to the first midnight showing- stop laughing).
It’s just GONNA happen, people. My apologies in advance. :)








“Loving” is not strong enough of a word for what I feel for these ottomans- pure obsession might do them a bit more justice. Nate kills it here, not only with the cool shape, but the color palette as well. Go on with your bad self, Home Shopping Network!
I want one NOW (cue folded arms, pouty face and giant huff).


Today is an edition of “Deep Thoughts by Erin”- with a smidge of design on the side:

I was out shopping for baby gifts last weekend (as many, many have graced the Gates family in the last 2 months). I was perusing Lester Harry’s, a very lovely but VERY pricey baby boutique (cue Andrew yelling from across the store “This baby shirt is $95 bucks!!!What the f*ck??) when I saw it. The Serena and Lily embroidered baby sling that makes my tummy do flip flops of joy. I have coveted it before online, but had not seen it in person yet. I picked it up and inspected the lovely detailing and then actually, to my horror, held it up to myself. “Trying it on”, if you will. I looked at Andrew and said “I think I might buy it”– he assumed I meant as a gift for one of the baby momma’s, but no, I meant for a very un-pregnant me.
My reasoning being that what if they don’t make this particularly fabulous sling when I am actually pregnant? How upset would I be knowing that it existed and I hadn’t bought it? I was trying to avoid future buyers remorse, but is it creepy (and bad luck) to buy a baby item when you don’t, in fact, have a baby…or even know when you might want to have one? Looking at that sling brought up lot of questions for me: am I ready? Will I ever be ready? Do I even really want a baby or do I just want this stupid sling (which could be refashioned for carrying one of my dogs I suppose- granted they’d have to be heavily drugged to allow this)?
I think a lot of women my age face these questions with their 30th birthdays looming on the calendar. And it’s especially present in my life when I spend a lot of time oogling adorable baby things for the blog, designing nurseries, working mostly with hip, young moms (and having friends who all are becoming hip, young moms too). I see posts like Erika’s about her “bring you to tears it’s so gorgeous” nursery she’s designed (blew the one I designed outta the water) for her little one on the way and start craving to design my own. Look at this space- Oscar de la Renta fabric, drapes with coral and white stripes on the bias for trim, antique chandelier and a GOLD crib? This kid is going to have the most impeccable taste if this is how she starts her life!



Erika’s sister Darby is like SuperMom meets Martha Stewart and her blog is something I love to read- with all their crafts and sticky fingers and cute adventures (and if my kids are even half as cute as hers I will be thankful) and yet she still has time to creatively redo her bathroom (love this before and after) and make her own baby clothes and accessories and then blog tutorials about them! If she can do it all, can’t I? (Booming voice in my hed: NO!)
I’ve mysteriously also gotten hooked on the mega-mommy blog Dooce (for it’s hysterically honest writing) and even oogled her nursery in which she used the awesome Julia Rothman wallpaper I posted about months ago! All of the sudden I am hit with more pangs of “buy that for the fictitious nursery- just in case!”
In conclusion, I did not buy the sling. I think I have some time…
But what do you think? How did you know you wanted your life to change in this major way? And can you ever be 100% ready for it? And how annoying is this post?
Thanks for listening. :)