Monday, January 27, 2014

The Pink Chronicles


So the color pink and I have this love hate relationship. There are days when I LOATH the color. Most of the time I find that the shade is either too dusty or just too darn pink. I don't wear it, it drowns out my skin...and makes me seem either half dead or something like a stripper...Then there are other days when I need it. Its SOFTENS almost like whispers, its calming sound soothes the cold winter months. Should I? Shouldn't I? Ugh, LIVE a little...so I did.

Our vestibule has been on hold for quite some time. Who wants to redo a room and then have contractors trecking through obnoxiously leaving prints, dings and scrapes? I love you Mike the contractor, but I had to WAIT on the vestibule for the full makeover.`

I decided that our vestibule needed a little sprucing up while on hold....I wanted DRAMA, I wanted something classic, that set the stage for the rest of the house. So naturally, I picked black. I loved the saturation, the way you get LOST looking at it... The minute you think...who paints walls black? I love that minute and love the walls black. Then this little voice in my head said...we need an accent color. Something to say POW!...Like the black wasn't pow enough?

Looking through the samples I kept going back to pink...I know...pink. The same color that sometimes makes me look dead, the same color that I can't stand half of the time. But this was not a drowning out pink. It was a loud "hello" pink. I don't remember the exact name but I refer to it as "in your face pink", I am sure you can find it at your nearest home center.. And this same voice in my head said LIVE a little. I know I am so absolutely WILD that this post should be R rated. Ha!

At first the room looked a lot like a Nascar-ish diner...reminding me of some checkered flag WAVING at the end of lap 250. It would take some time to like...or not.

Now I am thinking....Total Redo. Way too in your face when I walk in. It literally almost pushes me back out the door. Back to the drawing board for the accent color. I know....you are thinking who can write this much about the color PINK....only someone that has a love it hate it relationship with it of course.

So EPIC fail with pink....I should have stuck with my every so faithful gray. Gray has never let me down. I went a little off the deep and ended up with SCREAMING walls. I do however love these rooms with pink...Not so in your face...more like almost NOT HERE pink....I'll take notes.



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www.thecottagemarket.com
www.kasparasregenbueblogspot.com
www.fromtherightbank.com
Jaimaica Byles flicker



Friday, January 3, 2014

The Break Up

So, anyone that knows me would say that I always have something up my sleeve, that I can be dangerous with too much time on my hands, and that I never really STICK to things. All very TRUE....especially when it comes to furnishing my home.

I obsessively think about the furniture I want versus the furniture that with withstand this tornado called life that I am swirling in. I love leather, deep, WORN, cigar leather furniture that gets better with every year. The ones that have stories to tell and just call for a late night Manhattan or Pink Moscato. I am the person that you see in the Restoration Hardware store that is laying on the couch like I OWN it...because I brought my luggage and pretend I live in the showroom.

BUT I wake up from the movie clip I was just describing and realize that no matter how I try to ignore it...I STICK to it. My really NOT slender thighs stick to the leather in warm temperatures and I flinch when my bare skin touches it in cooler temperatures...and my least favorite trait, throw blankets constantly slide off it. You know, that beautiful throw you bought because it LOOKED like it was from a magazine and you could imagine yourself curling up in it...except...it won't stay on the chair. You know, it was supposed to drape over the side so perfectly and hang like a pierce of art... but it SLIDES, over and over again. YEP.

And of course, I am drooling over wingback chairs and the latest trend of houndstooth fabric or a beautiful tweed, right from a mens suiting line.....but with two drooling dogs....two insanely crazy kids I can't imagine living with something I couldn't wash...monthly. OK..... lets get real...WEEKLY! I get such satisfaction out of ripping a slip cover off, washing the daylights out of it and throwing it back on....Ok, Rewind.. THROWING, not exactly. How about, a total body workout. Pulling, stuffing, squeezing with arms, feet and teeth to fit cushions back into the cover that they once fit into? Only to finally finish and have one joyful little bundle smear bananas on it. HATE IT. So you see this dilema has left us with...well...almost NO furniture. I know this is totally crazy. But then again...who even has time to sit! Ha!

So finially today I realized, we have to have furniture. I know...Crazy revolution.I need to get it together and commit to something...anything to place a booty on. We have two insanely ugly orange chairs that were a super bargain, that I SWEAR I will reupholster.....one day! They are comfy and best trait yet, they swivel! So they are staying. I have decided to wave the WHITE flag and start thinking about now, and like 5 years from now. I am not going to look for a sofa that I can pass down to future generations, the ones that are built to last. Because really, nothing could withstand this hurricane of a family...not even you Restoration Hardware. It is official, we have broken up. (But still keep sending me the awe-inspiring catalogues, so I can pretend to not care).

So helloooooo IKEA. Yes, lets find something nice to look at, won't break the bank and will last until the storm passes...I mean children grow up a little. So decision made.....

The Ektorp Sofa, a total bargain at 499.00 and it wouldn't be IKEA if it didn't have a slipcover!
And I couldn't help but want the wingback! How could you resist at less than 300 bucks?



So for me, my plan remains to just decorate for this stage of my life and stop thinking about what will last. In all reality, I'd probably CHANGE my mind after a few years of having that cigar leather sofa and be on to something new..well thats what I will keep telling myself anyway!