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I love it....

Inspired topic. Doubly inspired knitting, anyone that can knit better than I (thats everybody!) has my utmost respect. Crude? the breast cancer death rate; 40'170 this year in the US alone. 192'370 new cases. and less than 1 in 7 of us will get it. 18 comments including mine, thats two and a half of us who potentiallu have Breast Cancer to look forward to. If we all check ours right now our "BEEBO/BOOBIES", maybe one less death.
Thats the coolest thing ever if you ask me..
Crass?! Get a grip.
*statistics from American Cancer Society 2009.

love the royal blue chestefield in shot one. now i too am addicted to blue velvet! THANKS!
anyone know what the two club/ish chairs that flank the blue sofa in pic 3 are?
I love them

i love them. there is a whole section on martha stewart about decorating with mirrors. i want to do my whole hallway in them one day. like in dr No. wicked.

i love that room with the dark wall.
love the botanical prints, and the chair upholstery too.
Its style sort of reminds me of how Carries apartment from SatC changed in the movie too, the 'grew the room up'....

if you put a full tour of this, i will do one of my London pad.

Its so lovely. Really, very inspiring. Classy, Modern and ever so slick.

Whytephoenix, you are a legend. I fantasise about my handwriting being wicked everyday. Respect.

Ooops, phat thumb...meant pathic not "patch-chic"

Wonderful subject.

I wake up next to a still sleeping 32 year old robert redford/steve mcqueen/equally gorgeous blonde haired boy with beautiful teeth and white cotton boxers/tee combo.
Pull on my trainers and go for a three mile run (this will take me 40 minutes), return with the Times, fresh orange juice/ baked goods and strawberry jam which I love.

I get into the shower (the boy tries to stop me because he is too busy trying to kiss me), so I scold him to make coffee which he does after helping me get my (running) kit off, whilst I shower and change into a starchy white shirt (his work one) and small white panties (beacuse strangely when I woke up my thighs were an inch slimmer each).

We sit eating breakfast at my glass dining table, then I finish my coffee whilst sitting on the boys' lap whilst he surreptitiously peels clothing off trying to kiss me more. I give in and he carries me back to bed for more kissing.

Then I get up and do some baking and make the boy roast dinner (this makes him kiss me even more), and we watch 'how to marry a millionaire'.

Then I remember we have the next day booked off work. wicked.

Good Lord i think its absolutely beautiful. Its very well done, AND has some character. Not often managed with any degree of class, but this is niiiice.