Friday, July 3, 2015

Entres-vous. . .

I have been wanting to do something different in our entryway for, like, EVER. The two photos below are what we currently have, sans any photo-editing, and complete with large ding in the wall because SOMEONE keeps throwing the door open with all of their might every time they open it (SIMONSCARLETTGAVIN I'm looking at you. . . )


Nothing special. . . kind of boring. . . 


Okay - REALLY boring. 

So eons ago, I created a Pinterest board for Entryways. Below are some of my favorites. I'm trying to link directly from Pinterest, which is a completely difficult, cumbersome process since they changed it (thanks for NOTHING, Pinterest), but at least you can click through if you want more info.










Love the simple, graphic, black and white artwork combined with that amazingly intricate carved entry table in the first pin, and conversely, that crazy-cool wallpaper with a very simple, mid-century mod credenza. Groovy. Then there's more crazy wallpaper in funky, candy-bright colors, an adorable, repurposed and lacquered chest made modern, a dope gallery wall, a simple x-legged desk and graphic basket for eleventy-five tiny pairs of shoes (SIMONSCARLETTGAVIN I'm looking at you. . . ), and some pops of color on a traditional piece of furniture. So. Many. Choices. I reeeeally love the crazy graphic wallpaper ones, or even a horizontally-striped wall, but sadly, my entry wall doesn't have a "stopping point," if you will, for wallpaper or paint - it continues on into the living room. I may have to do some kind of giant piece of art to go there. 

 What does anyone else have in their entryway? I'm curious. Share - this is a safe place (still). 

 Merci, 

Shannan

Monday, June 15, 2015

Can I Get a WHAT WHAT?!!

That's one what for each post I've put up in the last week. Can we tawlk, though? I mean, I'm still addicted to Pinterest, after all, so let's chat about some of my favey crocketts as of late.


Industrial shelves. I have two spots in mi casa where I want these - in the kitchen and in the bafroom. Anyone else have some DIY shelving they'd care to chat about? Let's hear it if so.


And also? A gallery wall above our stairway for the sh!t TON of artwork my kids bring home from school. Love. This.



This? Is just cute. Bold wallpaper + graphic art + bright yellow = Super Happy Fun Times in the Bathroom. I mean, more so than normal.



I would like my basement family room to time travel back to 1979 and be as awesome as this room is.



I can't get enough of serape blankets lately, and found a site here where I plan to order a few.



And while I'm at it, I'm going to go ahead and find a jeans jacket at the thrift store and whip one of these babies up.



Seriously? Why French women gotta be such chic jerks?



I have one new word in style, and it is ATHLEISURE. Ya'll, I have actually been wearing my workout clothing OUTSIDE OF THE GYM this past year. I fear the apocalypse is nigh.


But before it hits, I'd like these shoes. Kthxbye!

Merci,
Shannan

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Don't Get TOOOO Excited. . .

I'm THINKING about starting up again - here are a few photos of life via Instagram in the past several months. 


Doing Aerial Acrobatics has been on my bucket list forEVER, and a few months ago, I did it with some friends. It. Was. AWESOME. I highly recommend it if you've never done it before!!


Scored these AWESOME mid-century whiskey tumblers at a garage sale last weekend for $5 dollah. Awwww YEAH.


And while I was at it, I picked up this pukka shell plant holder thingie for $2. TWO DOLLAH, PEOPLE.


New bedding from TJ Maxx. Soooo dreamy, beachy and boho.


Celebrated my 46th boythday at my favorite restaurant last weekend (Bluestem, for those in KC). Of COURSE Imma have the fois gras. Duh.


Got dressed up for dinner, and went to see a show at the Kauffman Center for the Performing Arts afterwards. 

This last year has been a tough one - I'll fill you in sometime, but I feel like I found my way out the other side and am a happier person now, thank hebbins. Have a great day, yo!

Merci,
Shannan

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Best Way to Spread Christmas Cheer Is Singing Loud For All to Hear

A little Christmas-inspired random (p)Inspiration for the holidaze...


So loverly. This picture reminds me of the art in one of my favorite books as a kid, The Snowy Day.


If this staircase isn't amazing, I don't know what is. I am so doing this the next time I need to decorate for something festive.  


Hot apple cider funnel cakes? Get in mah pie hole.


 Sooooo purty.


I am enchanted by tiny winter scenes in small glass boxes.


If you can't wear a floor-length sequin skirt at Christmas time, when CAN you wear one, for the love of Kris Kringle?

Happiest of holidays, all!

Merci,
Shan



Tuesday, October 21, 2014

#believe #beroyal #TAKETHECROWN




Here we are - day one of the World Series. I'll be the first to admit - I haven't watched a game in 29 years, but something about these playoffs, and this team - these Royals - awakened something in me and I can't get enough. The teams they have played are good teams - great teams even, but these Royals - our boys in blue - are magic. It is amazing to feel what they have done for our city. It's electric. Buzzing with excitement here - everywhere you go someone says - how 'bout those boys in blue? Are you watching the Royals? And people smile. Our city - which some consider fly-over country - may not be the most exciting place to some people - we don't have beaches or mountains - but our city - Kansas City - here in the heartland? Has HEART. These Royals have shown that over and over again in the last few weeks. These Royals have helped shift the consciousness of the country about Kansas City. I have read so many great things about our town from people who don't live here, and I am proud to call myself a Kansas Citian. Does it matter if we win the Series? No - at the end of the day, it's sports, we're not curing cancer, but we are HUNGRY to win it. And if we don't it's all good. We'll still have our boys in blue and their magic. We'll still have our heart. And I for one? Can't wait for spring 2015 to come around. Now go slay some Giants.



Merci,
Shannan

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Random (p)Inspirations

Man oh man it has been FOR-EV-ER since I did a random pinspiration post. To the three of you who still read the blog, first of all, THANK YOU, and here's what is inspiring me lately.

YAY FALL!!!


For anyone else who, like me, is sick of ALL THE THINGS PUMPKIN SPICE. Thanks, Jay Pharoah.



This ponytail is so perfect it makes me want to punch Lauren Conrad right in the babymaker. I won't, but I want to. Consider yourself warned, LC.


1970s boho perfection.

So I have been painting up my kids' jeans over the past week (Simon requested a pair with a skull on them recently), which brought back my high school days of painting jeans and denim jackets. Imma do a pair like the ones below (which are Ralph Lauren and cost about $250). And you know what? Imma get a $5 pair at the Goodwill and they will look just as cool. SUCK IT, RALPH LAUREN.


Wanna see some badass interiors? Here they are.

(I never met a kilim I didn't love).

(This room's texture and asymmetry drive me bonkers in the best way).

 (We recently scored a leather couch off Craigslist for our basement reno, and I am going to have to find an el cheapo serape to go on it for the surf hippie vibe I'm going for).

Speaking of basement reno, I also scored some repositionable wallpaper at Target that is covered in old school black and white boom boxes. It's going on one wall of the bathroom, and the rest are going to be painted a deep charcoal. I'm getting this poster to hang inside a scrolly gold frame across from the toilet:


and this rug from Urban Outfitters:


Some stuff I want to DIY:



how cool are those? TRES cool. I know. Finally - who DOESN'T need some googly-eyed cookies for Halloween?


Happy Thursday, yo.

Merci,
Shannan



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Get Help

I wrote the following poem in 1994, after leaving an abusive relationship. I left in the middle of the night, literally holding one lens of my glasses up to my eye so I could see to drive to my parents' house, because my abuser had shoved me into the floor and broken my glasses. I was scared shitless running to my car, afraid he was running after me to drag me back into our apartment, like he had done on previous occasions to continue beating me. To those people who would say about Janey Rice "Why doesn't she just leave?" or "If it were me, he wouldn't do that and get away with it," well, I said those things too. I debated even putting this on Facebook because it's the most personal thing I could possibly share, but if someone else in this situation sees this and decides to leave their abuser, then it's worth it. If that someone is you, go to the Domestic Violence hotline here: 

http://www.thehotline.org/

Babylon
2/7/94

How he can make you feel your whole life
Your whole being is wrong
Like you’re the one who’s crazy
Like you’re betraying him
Even after the ugly words
The bouquets of bruises
The battered soul and tattered appearance
But that sickly-sweet, mothball and pipe-smoke scent of 
Claustrophobia is so strong
You’re smothering – 
Pieces of a puzzle you’ve worked on 
Your whole life, mostly finished
He rips away one by one
Chews them up so they’re 
Soggy, grey and lifeless,
Spits them out stomps on them
Like he did you, curled into that
Pathetic screaming ball at 2 in the morning,
Trying to shield yourself from fists and feet,
The shrapnel of his anger – 
Those puzzle pieces gone forever now
But parts of him still stick to me
Like leeches or wet leaves,
Burned in my brain
Butterflies of bruises alit on my arms
My thighs
Hideous Monarchs of yellow and green
Black and blue
Winged terrors that won’t fly away anytime soon
 And an endless cacophony of whys
In this Babylon of my mind
Fists and feet may break my bones and
Words will always hurt me – 
The only thing left is a shell
So fragile and cracked
With nothing left inside
Almost (nothing)
But some tiny (miniscule) spark screams
Save Yourself
I Think I Can
And I slip out the door like a thief in the night
Stealing back what was already mine.