Because It’s Fun Looking Inside Other People’s Houses. Admit It.
Awhile back I mentioned that I had applied for a blogging gig on a popular environmentally conscious style and design blog known as Re-Nest, which is a part of an even more popular style and design blog known as Apartment Therapy. Though I made it to the “finals” and they used one of my two submissions — sans compensation — on the site, I never heard anything back about the job. All I can figure is a) I didn’t get it, or b) There never really was a gig and they just wanted free posts.
But I’m not bitter or anything.
Anyway, the job posting was brought to my attention by a friend with whom I used to work on the Army installation. Jaime is pretty much awesome. First, because she gave me a lead on a job. Second, because she has chickens. And third, because she invited me up to her amazing home for a day to take photos for my Re-Nest submission and introduced me to her friend Matt who also invited me to his stunning duplex to take photos.
This is not Matt. This is one of Jaime’s chickens.
I will eventually share the photos of Matt’s place on here in case you didn’t get a chance to check them out on Re-Nest, but I thought I’d take this opportunity to show you Jaime’s house since frankly, it’s cool and it deserves to be online. Even if it’s just on my lil ol’ blog as opposed to Apartment Therapy.
I’m just going to say it — Jaime’s style is, for the most part, the polar opposite of mine. Meaning she has some.
Her house is a contemporary ranch, and her decor style is the perfect complement — minimal and uncomplicated with surprisingly quirky industrial inspiration and retro throwbacks. (Her wall-to-wall curtain rods are actually just re-purposed metal conduit. Clever, no?)
Yep. It’s a far cry from the cozy and cluttered old-world, craftsmany style I consistently seem to be drawn to (scroll down to the bottom of this post for examples, and go check out this post to find out your style — apparently I’m a Swank Aesthete with a drinking problem).
If I could only choose one word to describe her place, it would be “airy.”
The wall of glass sliding doors overlooking her wooded lot, the breezy curtains, the wood floors — it’s like a day spa in there. No wonder she calls it her sanctuary.
My house is not a sanctuary.
Although, Jaime and I do have some things in common. We both think long and hard before making a purchase. If we buy something, often times thrifted, we know we’re in it for the long haul — we’re not just buying things to fill up space. Also, we’d both rather hang art than kitsch.
Plus, did I mention she has chickens?
Okay, I don’t have chickens, but I’d like to have chickens.
But I can’t afford the swanky diggs.
(I hate to admit it, but her chickens’ home might be nicer than mine.)
The chicken coop.
Nice, huh? It’s not quite as fancy as this one I stumbled across the other day, but it’s definitely better than a Motel 6.
I realize this is a little different from my usual banter, but I couldn’t let these photos go wasted on my hard drive. Thanks Jaime, for letting me into your home! And if you notice one of your chickens is missing, it’s not because I stuffed one into my purse before I left.
Fresh eggs for breakfast, anyone?