Studio McGee, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee’s work so much I already featured it in a designer spotlight post, for one.

Ever since then, everything you roll out of your design factory simply slimes me in green envy. And then you went and updated all your social media channels with this latest project of yours and it’s all I can do not to start yelling at my screens, “I WANT THAT.” (Please.)

That bedroom above, I’ll take one.

The one down below, I’ll take one, too.

And if I can’t take it, I’ll at least cheer for a leather chair colored like toffee. Like melted brown sugar and all things nice.

I don’t enjoy being melodramatic, I swear it. But I insist we all have a moment to pause and gaze at the stools happening yonder.

They’re like the stools you’ve seen a thousand times over, except not at all.

Listen, I really don’t care how much of a trend-conscious girl it makes me: I love a hefty dose of gold accenting and the fact that you serve it up so perfectly, McGee; heavens; my hat, and such.

I love thee for the practically irrefutable definition of beachy serenity you whipped up here:

And, really, for the bulk of your portfolio, I bow to you.

Keep making spaces beautiful, you’re so dang good at it.

And d’you know what you’re good at? Being the paliest readers // continually trying to be your best selves.

This post held together well, if today were opposite day. But then, with those photos you barely needed the words, anyways.

Kisses and hugs. Catch ya on the flip sideee.