Wherein I Tell Stories About the House Using Other People's Pictures (OPP)

Being a photographer is a double edged sword. Yes, I can make my pictures look very pretty, but it's a lot of work and I get incredibly annoyed/enraged/depressed when the pictures aren't perfect. So I talk myself out of posting house pics A LOT. Also, I am sick as a dog, Ike has been home sick all week, and I have a doctor's appt today, so computer usage has been at an all time low (sadly I have yet to figure out how to write a post on my phone). What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry I'm such a crap blogger. I have great hopes of being better in the near future. But the future is later so in the meantime, look at these random pictures and let me tell you about my adventures.

Yesterday I braved all manner of hideous setbacks to buy a Maitland Smith tessellated coral cocktail table set, just like the one you see in this here 1st Dibs picture. I got the coffee table and a pair of end tables for $175. BAM. Or I could have paid $3750 for just the table from 1st Dibs (WHERE do these prices come from?!).

The end tables look great, but the coffee table has a few etched in rings and a dull surface. Anyone know how to polish those out and reseal the top? I'm guessing whatever would work on marble or travertine would work on this.

The shape and scale are a vast improvement over the old Pace Collection stainless steel and glass number:

It's a really cool table, but I really wanted something square for our new seating arrangement. I'm about to put it on Craigs, but if anyone wants to buy it shoot me an email or leave a comment. It does have some dings and scratches, and is generally... well loved. But it's still built to withstand the apocalypse, so local buyers only. It's easily the heaviest thing I own.

See what I mean?

In other news, I am kinda liking this wallpaper for the upstairs hallway:

It's by Little Greene wallpaper; the pattern is pines.

little greene wallpaper

Here's a closer look at the colorway I have taped up right now. It's teal with subtle golden pine needles.

So has anyone ever hung Little Greene wallpaper? I'm starting to freak about hanging real wallpaper by myself... you have to book and soak it. I'm not even sure it's pre trimmed. Scary thoughts. Deep breaths.

Ok, that's all my news for today. Please tell me how to fix my life, or at least how to hang wallpaper and polish my new table.

Thank you.

Scenes From Yesterday

Last night I was so happy to be vomit free that I started writing a jaunty little post in my sleep... something to let you into the window of my delirious experience riding the pale horse. It goes a little something like this.

I woke up Wednesday still feeling pretty out of sorts... kind of exactly like an extra head had sprouted from my Bob Ross mustache.

Facing my fears mustache on, I ate a banana and a party proceeded to throw down in my tummy. But it wasn't really a good party -- it was one of those parties you hit after way too many drinks, only to find all the dudes have herpes and they're serving Mad Dog 20/20 with a splash of coke.


Then, inexplicably I began to feel better... way better. Kind of sparkly and full of magic and light. At this point I considered watching Legend on the telly but turned to the trusty net instead. Oh internet, you never fail to amuse me. (worth waiting through the commercial, trust me)

Then I hooked up with Minty, brought to you by the lovely ladies of Atlanta, Susie, Nelya and Jenny. I spent over an hour ogling the wares and plotting another move closer to:

This rug. And Susie's adorable boots.

That INCROYABLE Maitland Smith tesselated console table, those lamps, Jenny's art, the rug... all of it.

And there might be a chair pair that I'm mentally hoarding for myself.

Don't wait until you're weak and sickly to shop like I did. Go to there.

So, that's how my day went yesterday. You can see how very productive I've been (as in not at all), but since I'm actually going to live I think I may need to start planning for the future, which means laundry and Christmas shopping and working.

I'm pretty excited to do those things.

Thankful, even.