It's Educational!

While kids everywhere are cheering the end of teachers, books and dirty looks, as a grown up and ex-instructor, I find myself sniffing nostalgically at the very idea of school. Because, as dorky as it may sound, there is no way to describe how much I love learning new stuff. So when Brooklyn based coop 3rd Ward emailed DC to tell us all about their awesome summer class offerings, my heart leaped at the thought of taking welding, or bookbinding, or screen printing, or -- gasp!-- digital textile design (wiping the drool off my face).

3rd ward

Damn you, 3rd Ward, why aren't you in Austin? Well, this post will serve as a PSA for all you lucky New Yorkers, as well as inspiration for the rest of us. Don't just waste your summer away on silly activities like booze and swimming... Learn something, already!

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So, 3rd Ward offers a brazillion classes that range from Vacation Bible School cheap to summer camp in the Poconos not so cheap. Clockwise from the top left, we have Digital Textile Design, Photoshop (which is apparently taught by mimes... just kidding, but that would be awesome!), Digital Bookmaking and Thermochromatic Embroidery. Huh, what? Apparently there is such a thing as wired embroidery thread that changes colors when a switch is flipped. I like the idea of having an electronic hat very, very much.

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Once upon a time, I took a jewelry class, and for the first time in the history of my education, I hated my teacher. I would like a do over at 3rd Ward, please. Did you know you could cast jewelry from cuttlefish bones? Stinky, but fun.

welding

I also took a welding class in grad school that changed my life. I went from confusing a socket wrench with a monkey wrench, to TIG welding like a rock star. Karlypants also took welding in school and we both agree that knowing how to use tools with confidence is totally empowering. Plus I feel that everything should be on casters, so this Welding Techniques for Sculpture and Furniture class would bring me one step closer to my plan of world domination on wheels.

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For all my tool swagger, I can't wield a brush worth a damn, so it's unlikely I would find myself in the Oil Painting class. On the other hand, if they can teach me how to paint this sexy lady, I am so there.

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Perhaps I should start with the Drawing From Chaos class... Although I am very distracted by the Handmade Skincare class. Knowing me, however, I would accidentally concoct a tincture of poison ivy instead of St John's Wort. Doh! I used to teach bookmaking, so maybe I'd be safest in the Bookbinding class. Yeah, I know -- way to stretch out of my comfort zone.

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I am a very impatient lady, so I would consider taking the Extraordinary Embroidery class sponsored by Etsy to work on my sit still skillz.

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This class wins the award for best title -- How To Make Crappy Stuff Awesome. Love it, love the concept. In fact, this class describes my theory for decorating: Step One - Collect trash. Step Two - Shrug? Step Three - Awesome! Ok, so maybe I should take the class, as I obviously need some help filling in the particulars for Step Two.

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Finally, Business Plan Boot Camp is not to be missed. Because all the awesome crafts and art in the world will not market themselves. You gotta know how to pimp your wares. When I taught art, I ALWAYS recommended for art majors to minor in business. If you missed the business boat (like I did), then this class is for you.

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So remember when I chastised you for boozing your summer away instead of spending your free time learnin' stuff? Well, if you can't set down that case of Pabst Blue Ribbon, consider taking the very informal Drink and Draw class on a Wednesday night at 3rd Ward. Because you know your drawings always look better when viewed through a haze of drunkenness. At least mine do.

Alright alright, I'll finally read this thing I paid for

I know that the June issues of our shelter mags are old news by now but apparently I've been too busy eating bon bons and watching episodes of Ninja Warrior to notice.  My monthly subscriptions arrived weeks ago but I hadn't even cracked them open until Erin and Ben came over on Saturday night.  Our husbands decided they could best socialize by diving head-first into somecrappyx-boxgame, leaving Erin and I with a stack of design magazines and a bottle of wine.  Since Erin is knocked up, I had the unfortunate task of getting rid of the booze. Ok, where is this all going?  The bottom line is that we saw this house in Met home and it knocked our socks off.  You've probably seen it all by now but, because of the bon bons and ninja warrior, it was new to me (and Erin).  Enjoy:

I love everything except the small dorky painting over the fireplace.  Erin and I have also decided that it's in my best interest to replicate that little cactus garden in my bay window.

Ok, this picture wasn't in the magazine, and for good reason, I say.  That big ole rock is good, the 2 smaller pieces of art are ok, but the rest is too craft-corner-kitsch.  

Erin and I decided to divvy up the furniture in this room: she got, what she refers to as the giant tooth, while I took the wood tulip table.  I really wanted the tooth, but she did such a good job naming it I really couldn't argue.  Neither of us took Marilyn.  Sorry Marilyn.

Erin immediately claimed these lovely green chairs and I have since ordered the pieces necessary to knock off that wicked ball chain lamp.  Do you see how it's touching the table?  Do you?! 

What I find most lovely about this patio is that the homeowners are probably able to spend time on it.  Right now my UNCOVERED patio is reaching daytime temperatures of what feels like a million bazillion degrees (ok, today was like 100).  With few trees in sight, my porch is currently off limits.  Oh, and the blue and pink here are nice, too.

A pool and an umbrella could quickly shift my backyard from uninhabitable to party-town-usa.  Yes, I would like fringe on my umbrella, too.

We have seen this image before on The Daily Bed, loved it then, love it now, love love love.

Ok, I'm gonna level with ya:  I'm not really sure what's goin on here but, no matter, I love it.   While the wall looks like it's covered in magazine clippings I don't remember my high school bedroom looking nearly as cool when I tried the same budget wallpaper stunt.  

oh goodness, you had me at gold poufs.  

Have I ever told you guys how much I like those colorful plastic outdoor rugs?  Well, I really do.

Our Protagonist, artist Doug Meyer in front of the yellow entry way he whipped up.  

GUESS WHAT Y'ALL?!?  I was just trying to find a link to Doug's design site when I found a NYT hometour slideshow from 2006.  

Chairs: same.  Deck: now turquoise, no fringy umbrella out by the sun chairs

I don't even know what this space is now but holy ick, I'm glad he changed it.

Also, you may now visit that knoll sofa in photo #1, it has been recovered in green.

Ok, This room looks like it is now the room in photo #1, the one on the far side of the partition.  Erin, overt your eyes from the chrome ball lamp.  Look!  That chair has now been recovered and it found a friend (see photo #1).  The lamp in the corner is now in the bedroom (see photo #7) The table is in the Marilyn room.  The painting is in the dining room.  They all look so much better in their new homes.

For some reason this reveal feels very juicy gossipy to me.  This is the decor equivalent of Brittany's car-exit stunts.

One last pic for the road:

The jade green Ondine console ($5,900) and wall piece ($3,900), are part of the Doug & Gene collection.  So, let's see $9,800.  Yep, seems about right.

Let's get this straight:  I really do like the house as shown in Met Home, I didn't mean for this to become a bitchy design-coverup-exposed expose, it was a last minute addition.  Doug, A+ on the home redo, it was much needed.  Can I come swim in your pool?

Studio Pepe is Breaking My Heart

Once upon a time, when I was but a wee child of 8 or 9, I was obsessed with making dioramas. My Barbies never had any pedestrian, store bought plastic Dream Houses -- no way. Instead, I lovingly dressed them in outfits handsewn from foil and paper towels, and then constructed elaborate houses made of cardboard, which I furnished with notebook paper couches and armories. Nothing but the best for Barbie, right? Well, she seemed to like it. Years later, when I started school for photography I resurrected my love for scotch tape, staples and plain paper, and for a long time I never photographed anything that had not been cut and formed by my own hands. The net result went something like this:

erin williamson diorama

But then I grew up and started photographing real things in the real world, so I could become a real person. And all that reality was perfectly fine until I saw this amazing work by Studio Pepe:

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Turns out I may have missed my calling, because these images make me not want to be real anymore. Studio Pepe's work ranges the gamut, from totally staged life sized dioramas, to quirky living spaces styled with a humorous twist.

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I love the fantasy lands created by masterminds Arianna Lelli Marni and Chiara di Pinto, because in every image, I see a million possibilities for how to make a crazy diorama out of my own home. And here is where I shower you with eye candy.

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studio pepe

studio pepe

studio pepe

Whew, let's take a breather, because is your mind not reeling from the fabulousness, already? Do you not want to paint everything red and purple, and hang a zeppelin in your room? How about that dreamy Cole and Son Malachite wallpaper? Don't you think bare bulbs should hang from every square inch of your home? And somebody stop me from finding and stealing that yellow chair... Nom nom! What's that? You want more? Well, I aim to please:

studio pepe

studio pepe

studio pepe

All the little details are killing me! How do they manage to make everything look finished and collected, but not cluttered or overstuffed???

studio pepe

studio pepe

studio pepe

And seriously, living in a cargo container has never seemed so appealing... Oh, and I desperately need a giant black foot for my house. STAT!

studio pepe

studio pepe

studio pepe

I also love all their fantasy compositions. And then there's this, which totally cements my undying love for Les Pepes:

studio pepe

studio pepe

I would probably be their lackey pro bono if I could just have that bear suit, the green louver shades, and those spectator flats. What more could a girl possibly need?

Sources here and here.