INSPIRATION // unhealthily obsessed with bohemia

So I walk into the doctor's office, sit down on that sticky plastic examination table with its paper covering, wishing I had some crayons so I could draw or write "OLIVIA WAS HERE". The doctor walks in, asks me what's wrong...

"I'm addicted, Doctor. I think I might need rehab."

"Addicted to what? Drugs, alcohol, bungee jumping?"

"Bohemian stuff."

Doctor pauses, stares for a second, then gravely types in a note on her computer monitor. "That's very serious," she says. "I'm afraid we may not yet have a cure for that." Her eyes are sad, and she regards me as one would a patient recently diagnosed with terminal cancer.

"That's okay. I don't mind." I hop off the table and go on my merry way, braided hair swinging and tassled bag swishing. The desk lady frowns as I leave, and as I look over my shoulder I see the doctor's puzzled face leaning out of the examination room. I hop in my VW and drive away.


Just kidding. I did not, of course, go to the doctor's yesterday inquiring about rehab — and there is the problem of me not being able to drive yet. Curses. But recently I've been really truly obsessed with all things bohemian. Yup, bohemian. Hippy, boho, whatever you want to call it. I downloaded Poladroid to my computer (best thing in the universe!!! all polaroided photos in this post were made with Poladroid) and started browsing, looking for pretty inspiring things.

And worst of all... I was bored. And you guys know how I get when I'm bored. Not good for keeping everything in one piece.

So I looked around for style inspiration... (from weheartit, Free People, and Spell & The Gypsy Collective « if you've never heard of them you need to head over RIGHT NOW)

this one is actually me...

via Chictopia

me want. me want bad.

i am so doing this on Easter...

And look at all these pretty pictures of Gypsy lair rooms. (from weheartit and pinterest)

i don't have to tell you how much i want a swing in MY ceiling, right?

So my room, which HAD looked like this (excuse the mess)...

... a couple hours later looked like this.

rugs! oh, beautiful rugs. die, evil orange floor, die. (these all from various travels to Peru and the like, except the sheepskins, they're from IKEA)

all these pictures were on my idea board... remember?

even Miss Mannequin got a makeover. that necklace is from the Amazon.

Um, yeah. Bohemian enough? Nope. I'm looking for a big Indian sari-type bedspread thing, with it going up the wall, swooping over the bed, and going down a little bit: an amazing canopy, get it? Apparently they were ten bucks in the early nineties, but now they've all but disappeared. My mom's going to ask her friends to see if anyone still has a couple... but it would look like a slightly less awesome version of the first inspiration photo. Only less awesome because it won't be in tent formation. Never have I wanted a funny-shaped bed, but now I do, just so I can do THAT.

Best of all? This room cost $0 to transfer from romantic and white to bohemian and ethnic. The rugs were all in my basement, as were the new wall hangings and sheepskins and everything. I love our basement. The oar over my bed I had bought when we lived in Panama from the Kuna natives. (Follow the link... see the canoe? It's called an ulu. Look at the oar. Yup. It's the real thing.) Real sea-Gypsy stories, in that oar. And the big portrait over my desk? My mom painted that. The girl's name is Raina.

It gave me good dreams so sleep in the new room, weirdly enough. Raina's not that creepy once you get used to her.

xoxo!

listening to: Your Love is My Drug - Ke$ha

watch the video, seriously, it's totally like Yellow Submarine.

and she's very bohemian in general. slutty, but bohemian.

minus the glitter and general prostitute vibe, she could make a good style inspiration.