My Christmas vacation is quickly coming to a close here in Kentucky/Cincinnati (yes, near where “Peeta” is from). It’s been super cold and snowy, but one thing I’ve missed more than Jay-Z misses Kanye being single is the space and the natural light. My tiny Brooklyn bedroom/apartment doesn’t really afford me any extra light or space, so it has been nice to stretch my little body out. Here are some of my favorite parts of my house:
My mom had this really big “travel” and “vintage” period, and I love these quirky old suitcases because they are simply decor. They serve no purpose aside from making the house feel like a home.
My mom has had these records since she was in high school. That peach box is real, it’s not some prop from Urban Outfitters. How cute?! I’m sure she doesn’t listen to the records anymore, but maybe one day we will.
Between the first picture and this one, you can hopefully tell what my mother’s favorite animal is. She adores elephants. There are elephants in almost every room of the house.
This has been one of my favorite things since I was a kid. My sister and I used to pretend we were the two women in this tapestry and we would make up stories to go along with it. As an adult, I just love the Egyptian influence. Very swank.
At first, being black, the idea of living in the woods seemed like we were breaking all of the horror film rules. After living here for a while I started to feel more in-tune with nature.
Almost like Pocahontas but less hot.The two decks on the front of my house that overlook the stream and my mother’s plant habit bring the outside in at every turn. I’m going to start buying plants for my NYC apartment asap.
And there you have it! All of these lovely things that I just love and plan to miss about my home.
To me, Christmas is the best time of the entire year. I’m not particularly religious, and while I love giving gifts, I always feel too old to have a list for anyone else—but I do love it. Being able to take time off work (BIGGEST BONUS EVER) to see my darling family is so nice, and as much as I knock it, I love Kentucky and Cincinnati. I like the slower pace but the ability to go to a city if the feeling arises. I like driving. I like all of that. As a kid, Christmas really did mean Santa, and not sleeping at all the night before. My sister and I got walkie-talkies one year, and we would chat room to room about how we were holding up under the supreme anticipation. As we got older, we watched Titanic all day Christmas Eve to make the hours pass faster. I mean literally back to back to back (it’s a really long movie, okay?).
I’ve only been home a few days, but I already know that it’s going to be one of the best Christmases ever, because I’m lucky to be able to give gifts and be here with my fam-bam. So whatever Christmas means to you, or whatever you’re celebrating in the colder seasons, I hope it is all you’ve wished for!