Green With Envy

Interiors schminteriors. I'm hallucinating through yet another sun bleached Texas summer, so what I'm really covetous of is fabulously verdant landscaping -- the lush likes of which could never survive Austin's intemperate clime. Around here, brown lawns and crispy shrubs grace yards of waterwise folks far and wide. The sign at the corner mechanic states that it's so hot, trees are begging the dogs. And you know it's dry when you're desperate to get pissed on, but I bet my slowly dying hedges would recycle those precious bodily fluids faster than Kyle Maclachlan in Dune.

This is what I want right now.

It's even cloudy there.

Heaven.

[Pedro Useche, Yatzer]

Yes to All This Magic

1!  Let me start with an update:  I bought a Persian rug!  I'm very excited and it should be arriving any day now.  I have a few other new items slowly making their way in and I'm looking forward to giving you a living room update very soon 2! Instead of looking at my crib, I'm going to take you on a pictures-only - zing! - tour of a house that will always and forever be better than mine, no matter how many Persian rugs I buy.

Ok, so not totally word-free.  I do want to say that this room has spoken directly to my heart.  The message:  you and me were made for each other.  The hanging chair and the blue rug with the blue stones are working for me in every way.  Also, I think Erin wants the couch in the back corner.

You know you want it.

Ok, so the kids room is a little too country-sweet for me.  But the rest has stolen my soul.  Next time I redo my house I'm going to do it like this one.  Brick by brick.

Cool, Calm and Collected

An old saying goes something like this: if you don't like the weather in Texas, just wait a minute -- it'll change. Well, that pithy little maxim falls apart in summertime, when from May til October you can count on the forecast to read blazing hot with a chance that it will rain fire and brimstone. As evidence may I present the latest weather report?

Fuck!

Sorry to whip out the F-bomb, but I think we can agree it was deserved -- unless you enjoy singeing the film on your eyeballs as you walk across concrete, or maybe catching the faint whiff of cooking kidneys if you happen to get caught outside of air conditioning for more than a minute or two, that is.

Aside from sprouting fins and gills and making a new home under the sea, the only remedy for such intolerable cruelty is this:

Doesn't this sleek white mid mod pad designed by architect Victor Gruen and decorated by Chahan Minassian look positively icy?

And ok, the pool doesn't hurt anything.

Later, homies! If we don't run errands before noon, someone will have to scrape us off the ground of a parking lot.

[Chahan Minassian, Roger Davies Photography, Modernica]