Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Bohemian Monday linky party

OK, I'm trying to do a little experiment here... I'm thinking of starting a weekly blog 'linky' party for those of us who loves the Bohemian Style. Come on, link up to some rock cool Bohemian style! No rules, just please link back to my blog so others can find us. HERE, EVERY MONDAY!

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

My tribe...

Is anyone out there?  Anyone?  Really... I always have to wonder about that when I come here.  And maybe... maybe that's just the way it should be?  'Cause feeling all alone in this vast universe called "the Internet" sorts of gives me what it takes to just be... I mean be the real person I truly are.  With all my true colors and quirky flaws. But just in case people do exist out there and you happen to be one among them surfing this space outside my window, I'd like to think it is no coincidence.  We are kindred, and you identify with what you see here.  After all, you know how the saying goes.... "your vibe attracts your tribe".  And that's so true! 

I'm glad you are here my friend!

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Bohemian at heart

I'm in love with these chairs....

And wish I had the guts to decorate my entire home in crazy Bohemian/gypsy style

Be extravagant on details...
(Love the ceiling-high plants and extra large art) 

Be fearless... be bold on color

Any combination of patterns would go...
the more the better

and no minimalist in me to accuse me... 

Be free to fill each space to the brim...

No bare walls allowed

Forget what others would say
Oh yes!

OK but what do I do with the "other" me?
The cluttered-free minimalist contemporary me?
Guess that's why 'this' me loves it here...

(all photographs: Pinterest)

Monday, January 4, 2016

Frida Kahlo

“I wish I could do whatever I liked
behind the curtain of “madness”. 
Then I’d arrange flowers, 
all day long, I’d paint  pain, love and tenderness, 
I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, 
and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” 
Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity. 
I would build my world which while I lived, 
would be in agreement with all the worlds. 
The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived 
would be mine and everyone else’s  
my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.  

(Frida Kahlo)