Neon Doves

Home Sweet Home


Like clothes, I've always had a love for interiors. The two kind of come hand in hand really, when you think about it. Minimalist movement in the home? Minimalist movement in the wardrobe. Freebird bohemian in the home? Freebird boho in the wardrobe. Or maybe you're like me and like to mix it up a bit, but you catch my drift. With my first home I've steadily been working on each room with the heaviest attention on the living room; the area I knew I'd be spending the most time because it has a warm fireplace where I like to drink lots of tea and wine (duh), and it also shares an open floor plan with the dining area, so it's where I entertain and eat thai takeout at least once (maybe twice...) a week. It's also home to our TV where I enjoy watching Teen Mom and Survivor, so that's realistically why I spend most my time there.... no judging now, guys. Don't knock it 'til you try it #TeenMomOG #TheTribeHasSpoken. 

As each room progresses I'll be posting them on the blog when I feel they're ready enough because let's be real here, nothing ever really feels


ready. Paired with comfy loose threads and AIX rosé, here she is in all her glory, my first interiors post.. the living room. I hope you dig her, peeps: 

Including Photography by

Alyssa Wilcox


Maddie Lismore

Are You Am I


Elizabeth Suzann


Dusen Dusen


ATG Stores



wood vase

West Elm coffee table - similar one found





cocktail glass

Vintage rug from

Loom + Field 

Vintage sofa, lamp, rug, ducks

Van Life

Winter is near but I'm soaking in Fall's glory until she inevitably leaves us yet again. I have to say, I was ready for Fall to come this year, which is unusual for me given that my love for Summer is almost as intense as my love for Panda Express. But this year I really craved that fresh crisp air and beautiful leaves, although something I wasn't anticipating was the ridiculous amount of rain we've gotten. Yeah yeah, Seattle rains allllll the time. This is actually a bit of a myth - it's usually just grey outside - but Fall's wetness level has been the real deal, my friends. To our luck the sun decided to come out momentarily last week, her and all her glory, and I took advantage of it by cropping up my fave tee and pouncing around this retro van. The owner of it was definitely peeping out of their window wondering why I was dancing around their mode of transportation, but the admiration is real. As real as these kicks that I snagged in Berlin and have rarely taken off since - in love. Black mules are a must have this season! Peep it-

LACAUSA trousers
CRAP shades
Aritzia tee
Meno de Mosso kicks - similar ones found here.

Goodbye my LOOOVE

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I'm just not QUITE ready for summer to end. I love Fall, but the idea of waiting an entire year for Summer again makes my stomach drop. But, at least I have my pumpkin spice back - no shame in my love for that P-Spice latte - mmm mmm good. With that, I figured I'd soak up the last of this Summer weather that we're still experiencing here in the PNW with my favorite summer pieces. A last hurrah, one might say. Peep it-

Callahan sweater 
Aritzia tee
Rue Stiic shorts
Janessa Leone hat
Ancient Greek sandals 
Aritzia purse
Fresh Tangerine, Catbird, & vintage rings

Party Babe Club

How it's already mid August is beyond my comprehension... it really is. HOW?

Remember in grade school when we would count down the days before summer as if it was Christmas day because those three months really felt like an entire year. An entire summer with NO school? Heaven. And time just went by so much slower.. and I'm pretty sure time will continue to speed up with each year going forward. It's actually rude.
My childhood was filled with the best summer memories because we spent most of our weekends down on South Puget Sound at what my family and I call The Beach. Up until age 12 it's great, we played kick the can, went tubing, clammed, jumped and camped on the trampoline, and started clubs like, oh I don't know, The Party Babe Club? That's right, The Party Babe Club. A radicool club that consisted of six girls all under the age of eight. Party babes crushed mac n cheese, ate candy from the marina, and apparently "saw everythinnnng". At least, that's what the Party Babe Book told me that I found under one of our bunkbeds when I was 18. That paper "book" had a cover on it with a huge eye beautifully crafted in crayon with a title that said Party Babe Club. WE SEE EVERYTHING. Oh boy did we see everything. Everything as in three polaroids.
polaroid one: Louis the dogg eating grass
polaroid two: Mom moeing the lon
polaroid three: Dad, pisst off at mom

You adults couldn't get anything past the Party Babe Club....

I've recently reached the age where I now want to go back to The Beach all the time, and the end of summer means another summer ended at The Beach. It's grown to be my adult happy place. The place where you walk around in your dirty sandals and a swimsuit and forget that school, I mean work, is just around the corner. Peep my happy place, also known as founder of The Party Babe Club, The Beach:
Photos by Maddie Lismore

All Saints button up - same shirt in a similar print here
Marc Jacobs top
Rue Stiic shorts - similar pair found here
Krewe du Optic shades
Free People sandals