I recently spent my Labor Day laboring through the streets of Chicago. Except not really. I spent most of my time laboring through large cocktails and tacos and a whole bunch of mac and cheese. I was lucky I was able to actually go on a brief stroll through Lincoln Park in attempts to combat the lard that was settling in my body.
I stumbled across this charming little street (local Chigoans? No clue...) and found lots of fun inspiration from the charming brownstones that make Chicago so swoon worthy.
I thought the burst of color on these balconies was a fun hello on a particularly gloomy day.
Who doesn't love a little black window action? Me likes. Especially the arched windows and door.
I'm so jealous of people with big bay windows. Such a cozy area for a warm sitting area. Or a lush banquette would be a delightful option for an afternoon cat nap in the window.
I would paint her. And she would say, "oh muh guuuh, thaaaaanks!"
This sister and brother combo were pretty adorbs.
And then I came across this.
And got real personal and all up in their bushes.
Have you seen someone take so many pictures of boxwoods? I just love me a manicured hedge. Raawr.
I mean, who has a chevron boxwood garden?!
These people. With impeccable brownstone taste.