Convoy is a blog of Scandanaviany things where hipsters dress in scruffy layers
and paint everything in white
Carry lots of things
While in booties
And look at a lot of bike porn.
There. I just summed up the entire blog.
I can only go to Convoy every once in awhile because although I like a good repetitive image dump of industrial country hipster chic, I reach my fill after a few pages. And then the snark starts bubbling up. I try to hold it in but I'm only human people! But having a blog like that with obvious themes would make Christmas shopping sooo much easier. "Well it looks like Convoy is still loving satchels this year..." I should totally do that to selfishly ensure exactly what I want for birthdays and holidays but I'm not sure if a blog filled with pictures of pretty colors, unicorns, french fries and retro junk is really going to bring in the readers though. Wait... did I just describe THIS blog???!! Fuck.
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Can I get some more bark in here?
Crocheted owl pillow on TOP of fur? You could not get anymore indie rustic than this room unless Chloe Sevigny is skinning a deer right out of the frame.
I could work there.
or lounge there...
or read there. I'm happy to see someone embrace their paperbacks.
Oh Karlstad... I like it when I see other people living with the same kind of shit I live with - cheap furniture and messy piles.
I bet I could TEAR. UP. some stores like these. If I could afford them...
At first glance I kinda dug this space because I'm a sucker for a chandelier and then I realized heeeyyy... wait a minute... Painted wood floors in a bathroom? With a shag rug on top? And giant rusting shelves next to a leather chair... How bout some sheers that puddle in the floor too? WTF is going on in this BATHROOM??!! If I could build a bathroom I'd make it so I could just hose the entire thing down (courtesy of a big drain in the floor) when it needed cleaning and try to avoid things that rust, mildew, attract water damage or soak up all the Aquanet I spray to set my bouffant.
But sometimes I don't want to think about hitting my head on that ceiling every time I get in and out of bed, I just want to nap there. Sometimes I just want to put on my disheveled layers, load up my vintage satchel (it's a Bi-Lo shopping bag), hop on my bike and be this girl
What's Scandanaviany for YES PLEASE??