Forget what your mother told you about staring.
Get interiors that you can’t take your eyes off of. Designs that are drop-dead gorgeous. From furniture and accessories, wall coverings to window treatments. Laura Buhrer Interiors can help you create rooms that promise a double-take. (Jill Bagby)
Boho Chic is a style of design that fits perfectly with the just graduated, don’t have much money, can use a paint brush, addicted to Pinterest kind of gal. The vibrancy of colors, the play on fabrics, the mix of textures, the wind chimes…….Boho tends to be a jumble of mid-century modern, hippi dippity, shabby chic , cottage, flea market, Middle-Eastern, with a nod to Mary Quant kind of look.
The Bohemian Style embraces a sense of freedom from conventional design and infuses what we picture to be the European Gypsy look. Usually referring to an unconventional and certainly artistic life, one thinks of free spirits who love this genre. Anyone with a good case of OCD may want to skip this unconventional approach to living but for those that love those 64 box crayons…Fill your space from top to bottom with a bold and energetic palette.
To achieve this style, one must mix old with new, vintage with modern, lacquered with weathered. In other words, throw everything including the kitchen toaster into the pot. The idea of achieving variety and diversity in color and form requires thinking outside the box (and drilling a whole lot holes in one’s walls). Use books, fabrics, braided rugs, funky lighting, pillows, throws, plants, lamps, and sculpture to express your individuality (and don’t forget the handmade). And as a nod to Mother Nature never hurts with REAL plants and herbs playing a central role.
I find the eclectic look works best in small spaces, cozy nooks, and tiny apartments where young people travel to after their formative college years. BoHo is also a great way to avoid cleaning as it’s expression usually involves a great deal of clutter. For me, I visualize a budget friendly indie recipe with a smattering of charm. Think Yoko Ono. Break it up, hold a love-in, and screech out a few records.
In the last five or six years, leather, cowhide, slipcovers, and galvanized steel has surrounded my home life, limited primarily to the colors of white and more white with a touch of brown. But lately, the though of pink creeps into my dreams. All a bit disturbing as I never considered myself the Ann Margaret type, wearing a silk slip with ostrich feathers and 5 inch heels just to entice my man. Also, cotton candy never much appealed to me. But perhaps I have misjudged this statement of fashion and design. Granted the color evokes images of romance and gender but I’m comfortable in my own skin and it only took 40 years. So perhaps I can utilize all my magical styling powers to infuse a touch of pink into my living quarters.
I could do a statement piece such as a couch.
Accent pillows to give that touch of WOW
Flowers; simple, elegant, disposable
Paint the walls
Add an unexpected surprise into the kitchen
Perhaps Hollywood Glam
Maybe I’ll start with a Pucci scarf or some glorious Chanel handbag. Might be best considering I haven’t wore any color but black since the 1980’s. Elmo, tickle me pink.
I try to admit my relatively few faults. I can be impatient, sharp-tongued, overbearing, and inevitably right…but crafty…not so much. I prefer supervisor, more of a bigger picture kind of gal. Believe this often creates exhaustion as much as getting on a tall ladder and hanging a 120 pound chandelier or perfectly cutting straight seems on a drapery panel.
One of my faux painters attempted to teach me how to add a few hues to a nightstand. Words fail to do this piece of crap justice. She even gave me pointers but I, the supervisor extradinaire, the inevitably right idea gal chose not to listen. Please note her tips because they sure never applied to my abilities.
First, always clean the piece you intend to paint, distress, or revive. Dust and apparently oil fails to help primer adhere. This causes an object to peel and chip (though isn’t that distressing?).
Next, use the proper primer (which is code word for expensive). Cheaper brands affect paint much like a t-shirt from Walmart clashes with your Louboutins.
Then fill any and all holes and cracks (hey not referring to my face the day before my liquid injections appointment). She even suggested using a flashlight (I just found out the my iPhone can turn into a shiny object) so that eyes over the age of 40 cannot miss that 1 1/2 inch gap.
Never use an inexpensive brush (note Walmart/Louboutin comment). Feel the bristles, caress them, rub them against your skin. The softer the better.
Finally, find that perfect color. Shading and underlining hues can grab a tone and turn it upside down. Grab some chips from your preferred paint store or even buy a small jar of the color being considered.
not my work
Remember life is living regret-free.
(damn, needs some hardware)
I HAVE FOUR MOODS:
I’m too old for this shit…
I’m too tired for this shit…
I’m too sober for this shit…
I don’t have time for this shit…
The best cup of coffee is always the first and usually sipped over the kitchen sink while chasing children of varying ages out the door. Mine is at a very creative desk, loaded with too many accessories, files, wire baskets, and post-its. I like mess. I function well amongst debris. I want a touch of flea market, shabby, cottage, industrial, and chippy. And somehow, sitting at my cowhide chair, glancing at the matchbook and poker chips (laying in a glass bowl) from all the hotels in Vegas, photos of my puppy (yes, she beat our the kids as my screen saver), and a couple of awards, I operate at full throttle. Well not always at full throttle but it hasn’t been too bumpy a ride.
So make your space a reflection of your own style like Rebecca Taylor and don’t forget the Keurig (STARBUCKS Medium Roast with a shot of French Vanilla COFFEE MATE).
I don’t even believe myself when I say I’ll be ready in 5 minutes
Her real talents flourished after the typical messy life we all go through and she needed to find a way to make a few dollars while supporting her young children. Turning to her own memories as a young British girl, Ms. Ashwell used her skills and began spending her time at some of the famous flea markets in California.
Purchasing old furniture, broken light fixtures, odd pieces of teacups, she restored, refurbished, and repurposed (long before those words became fashionable). And with limited inventory, she opened her first shop.
She followed her own road map, clarified her vision, and began an industry whose influence can be seen daily on HGTV. Many fell in love with her creativity, her unperfected perfection, the way she mixed and the way she matched. She made COUNTY/COTTAGE cool again, she introduced flea market swank (with a nod to the Junkyard Gals), created a surge in BOHO, and her biggest impact; the MODERN FARMHOUSE fever as seen in every magazine. With two little words, she changed an industry.
Her use of delicate roses with crystal chandeliers worked beautifully with the time-worn elegance of salvaged screens and architectural columns. The distressed tables she filled with old baskets, christening clothes, French soaps, and petite accessories created a balance almost impossible to conceive. For me,
Rachel Ashwell and the way she reinvented slip covers and tucked old photos into worn shutters deserves a STANDING OVATION as it not only appealed to my aesthetic but saved several of my loveseats from two active boys. Who knew women across the country would be deciding between the Bahamas and Round Top, Texas. So on behalf of myself (and women everywhere) the MORE SHABBY, THE MORE CHIC!