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I spend a great deal of time day dreaming about the perfect home. I first came across Martine Colliander's Stockholm home in a book I purchased last summer - I keep coming back to it again and again. Seriously, I'm obsessed with this home, I even took pictures of my book to show you! Martine's whole apartment is white - save for a few accent items.  It's the top floor of an old building downtown, but the way she's put it together, it feels like you could be in a country farmhouse. A great deal of our home is white, and there are days when I think I would like everything to be white, but I can't help but add little pops of color.

Wow. These bells by Michelle Quan might be one of the most perfect things I've ever seen. Now I'm going to go day dream about how to make them part of my life, and explain to Jesse why it's imperative to have more striped things in our home.

I have rugs on my brain lately: I'm trying to find a perfect off white rug for our living room. I would love to get a real Moroccan Berber carpet, but unfortunately they are out of my price range. West Elm seems to have one in the same style, but every time I buy something from West Elm I'm disappointed in the quality and end up returning it. Plus, it's still a pretty penny! There's also the one in the middle from Anthropologie. Maybe I will just have to admire these from a far.

I can't believe New Years and Christmas are around the corner. Times flies, I'm not really sure where December went. Lately I've been thinking about stuff and our accumulation of stuff, which is why we're not really doing gifts this year. We're doing small little stocking stuffers for fun, and we'll do some cookie giving and eating for certain. I've been practicing 'not wanting', which has been hard for me. I suppose I'm trying to be more like an adult and save for bigger and better things (more on that in a moment) but more over realize my constant purchasing of materials for making objects makes me want less. Does that make any sense?

On top of that I got hit hard with a case of "I went and looked at a little cottage around the corner from our house this weekend and now all I can do is think about making it ours." Suddenly everything else that I thought I needed in my life has been pushed from my mind. (Like a new printer, bed, table, and coat). We had initially thought the price difference would be justified by the larger amount of space for me to work in, alas it's a bit tinier than hoped, but probably the cutest house I've ever seen in Boston. For now the house is just for rent, but I sensed the owner could be interested in selling it in the future, so of course I have my hopes up. I'm really crossing my fingers on this one. Over the past few months I think I've realized a cozy home is one of the most important things to me.