Simply Seleta

wild

I'll give it to you straight, I have a little bit of a wild streak.  Not much, but it usually comes out in in the form of rebellion.  And sometimes I like to see design that has a little bit of rebellion.  It's refreshing.  Speaking of which, I've had two wild days at home with kids while husband has been gone a good bit with work.  It's not the fun, rebellious kind of wild, but the knock-you-down-on-your-knees kind that humbles you like nothing else besides motherhood can do.   

Therefore, I pick these two rooms to define my mood.  They have edge.  Like me right now.  Wait, their "edge" is the seriously cool kind.  Mine is just plain edgy.  There are other words to describe mine too, but we won't go there.

Hope they inspire.

Meow.

P.S. Promise I won't be as freaky tomorrow.

[first photo O. magazine, second photo from here]

not a pretty post...

I loved last week's Top Design.  Despite my disagreement with the panel of judges sending Wisit home the week prior, I really tried to move on and roll with it. 

But if Kelly Wearstler is going to wear another turban, then someone please warn me so I can pre-medicate myself.  This was just wrong.  Can anyone help me understand this whole get-up?  Is it a fashion statement or a screaming cry for a fashion intervention?

Was she going for this?  [hard to compete with a classic like Elizabeth Taylor]

Or was she going more for this?

 

Just sayin'.

But then again, I'm not at all surprised after seeing this room of hers in last month's Domino.  This is a room I would put in a mental ward if I wanted to make someone feel even crazier.  Then I would name it, "80's Flame Stitch Pattern on Crack."

 

[image courtesy of beachbungalow8 right here]

In the meantime, I'm excited to see the candidates jump through their design hoops of fire.  Last week they really had to hustle.  I can only imagine what challenges this week brings. 

pretty...

Take a deep breath from the chaos of your life and stare at this relaxing room. 

I had my own version of relaxation tonight after a long weekend taking care of three out of four sick offspring...husband gave me a break after dinner and I snuck over to the nearby JCrew sale and spent an hour [or two] being completely narcissistic and trying on fun clothes.  I love this one sales associate there.  She was so my BFF hangin' with me.  She plopped down in a the bamboo director's chair outside of my dressing room and gave me the straight up on every item of clothing I tried on.  Loved that. 

When I got home husband asked, "so how much did you spend?"  I replied with, "that's between me and my b*tches." 

a little edge...

I like the colors, abundance of natural light, orderliness and fabulous chandelier in this nursery.  Found it here.

Seeing this room makes me realize we need fewer toys in our house. 

One of two things will happen in our home this summer:

1)  I will lovingly organize and store the "must keep" toys which I find on the floors, under my bed, along the stairs, in the halls, and other fun places.  The rest I will give away.
2)  I will rent a BLOW TORCH and set fire to everything that gets in my way or appears to be unused.  I will then neatly dispose of the ashes.

I fancy this one because it looks.......portable.

Some days I really feel as if I should be wearing this pin. 

Like tonight at my son's last baseball game of the season [Husband was back home with our other three due to the heat and a family friend who is visiting us this week].  There I am sitting in the stands at 5pm for the fourth night in a row.  Month three.  Roasting.  Starving.  My food options are not great.  And I'm observing other moms screaming in the stands as if their lives were dependent upon this team of 8 year olds winning.  Screaming at the top of their lungs.  Screaming at every single minute move played by the catcher, hitter, outfielder.  Talking to each player through the fence as they get ready to bat.  Elbow up, step back, don't lean too much.  Come on, there's a coach for that. 

So What am I thinking while all of the yelling and cheerleading is going on?

Well, first I am thinking how great it is that my boy is out there doing his best with his team.  And I'm so proud of him.  I give the supportive "Whoo Hoo" when appropriate.  But beyond that I am thinking, "Hmm, is it possible for lipstick to melt off of one's face....why is that woman wearing that horrible shirt with her fat rolls pouring out of the sleeves....I wonder how messy the house will be when I get home....are these five pieces of bubble gum I bought at the concession stand considered too much sugar for my diet...I wonder who's going to win Step It Up and Dance tomorrow night...I bet Mochi...wow look at my toes, it's so time for a pedicure."

But as soon as I feel guilty, I look over at my son in the outfield who seems to be drawing an image with his finger in the dirt.  Maybe it gets dull for him out there too.  Maybe I'm not so evil after all. 

Well there ya have it.  The confessions of a mom.  Just broadcast around the world.  Amazing what PMS can do to the brain.

ANY OTHER MOM CONFESSIONS TODAY?  FILL ME IN.