This weekend Mike had to work. Again. So I made a valiant effort to get out of the house and do some things I'd been wanting to do for a while. I took Oliver to the Mint uptown- by myself. I don't know why I thought that was a genius idea, but I hoped it could maybe work for a fun outing. (Believe it or not, this art-loving girl has not been to a single new museum in town, and there are a lot. Kinda embarrassed of that fact.) Anyways, we enjoyed that museum for maybe 30 minutes. It was awesome. Then we went to get pizza and the best coffee at 7th street market. After lunch I went to Slate Interiors, a relatively new interiors store that I'd been daydreaming about for a while. It had absolutely the best selection of vintage furniture and decor I've seen in the Charlotte area. My heart just about burst walking through all the remarkable finds. You could say I have a slight love for beautiful interiors. I happened upon not one, but two vintage peacock chairs, among many other variations. It's a piece that I have been obsessing over for a good year now. At a steal of 70$ I had to get it. Sunday we spent the day with my parents having a belated birthday celebration. T'was a nice lil weekend.
I happened to see a pretty popular blogger at 7th st. market from a far, photographing and staging her kids. It was kind of eye opening to watch her because her posts come across as THE most beautiful perfect shots of family life; perfect outfits, setting, meals, styling etc. etc. etc. all the while in a totally laid back manner. But as I watched the staging and the correction and all the effort put towards her little ones, it suddenly became so unnatural and laborious to me. The whole ordeal seemed to have a disingenuous air. This is a main reason I struggled with the idea of starting a blog; the pressure to look perfect and the resulting outcome of overly staged/styled flawless posts isn't an accurate portrayal of real life. I'm certainly not trying to be judgmental, I just think it becomes a slippery slope when things, such as a blog, are held to a standard of perfection so that no one ever really sees the real you, or the real family behind the lens. I do enjoy looking to these "perfectly styled" blogs from time to time, because well, they are really beautiful and can lend great inspiration, I just think there should be a balance. What is the point of blogging if only to provide perfectly inaccurate images of yourself, instead of working to build community, relationships and uplift women. I could and maybe will go into more depth at a later date, but I think it goes back to putting undue pressure on women to be everything, and look perfect while doing it. I want my blog to be a place where people might come to be inspired in many ways, but I also want it to be a fairly accurate portrayal of my life and curiosities. I hope this isn't too brazen a post for such a newbie blogger, I just tell it like I see it. Now for some impromptu i-phone photos of my weekend adventures! ;)
Little man dressing up a super hero. I love it.
Working on a little on jewelry for the gallery.
And more for a bride.
I wanted these green headboards for a big boy toddler room!
I don't even have words to describe my love for the rugs I found there. I mean.
Anything deco. Of course.
Looking somewhat mischievous in my new throne. I mean chair.
