I am sure you have noticed that I like marble... like carrara marble. You know the one... the white Italian marble with the signature swirl grey/blue covering its (perfectly) smooth surface like smoke on glass.
I fear this feeling is becoming a problem. I feel for carrara like a Beverly Hills housewife (from the 90s)... I want carrara EVERYTHING. Like... countertops, showers, bathroom floors, tables, stools etc. Hell... I think I would wear carrara jewelry if it wasn't too heavy (a carrara cuff anyone!? I mean...).
Currently the only marble in my (dream) collection is a pastry board, the one which I shoot most of my recipes on. It is smooth and beautiful and longing for friends to join its solitary existence.
One day I will have a tulip table with a carrara top and a bathroom covered in the gleaming stone... Until that day however, I will envy people on pinterest and drool over their perfectly placed carrara decor.
*Fate took my hand the other day and showed me the dreamiest home in the land. While on a work trip I was invited to a friends home for a glass of wine, little did I know how incredible the home would be (INCREDIBLE, not nice, not giant, not too much... just amazing). It was designed by Gunnar Birkerts and built in 1966. The whole house radiates off one central point, the light flows in flawlessly from every angle and the entire sunk-in living room is (you guessed it) MARBLE! I nearly died of joy when I saw it. My friend Pete (who does not own the home mind you) gave me a tour while prattling off random facts. It turns our he knew nearly everything there is to know about the historic significance of the house and I have since been obsessed.