Let's Stare at My Fireplace and Solve all of the World's Problems, or at Least Mine

Because that's what I've been doing -- sitting on the couch and staring at the fireplace. A lot. You may recall that when we moved in the fireplace was a disgusting orangey brick atrocity, a horror of mid 70s suburban design. Well, it's still brick and it's still overwhelming, but at least it's not orange anymore.

Does this fireplace make me look fat? Thanks a lot, wide angle lens. But I digress. Look! It's white now. Simply White, to be exact. And the wallcolor is Cappucino Froth at 50% formula (thanks, Sanders!). I don't exactly hate all the whiteness, but what I really want to do is rip out the entire fireplace and have a smooth wall with a regular old mantel. Sadly that's not going to happen, what with me on bedrest and Ike throwing cookies all over the floor in a mad rush to beat me to the tv (my parenting skills are without parallel).

So let's discuss what I could do with this white wall of shame. Here's another view:

Let us not discuss the peskily persistent speakers, the hideous magazine rack, or the fact that my house looks like a dorm room because I can't have anything on the coffee table but toys. You are allowed to notice our West Elm Niche tv credenza. I think it looks ok, but that wall definitely needs some spicing up. Oh, and we have a new coffee table.

Ok, back to the fireplace. We can't rip it out, so I'm thinking we need layers. Lots and lots of layers. Perhaps something like this hung just below the top of the fireplace from a quilt rack thingie:

And then maybe a mantel on which picture(s) and small lamps might rest in front of the tapestry:

I would prefer something a little less chunky, but I think a reclaimed beam could add some warmth... not sure how difficult it will be to mount onto brick without cornices, though. Moving on:

A pair of Delft planters (with neato plants in them) flanking the firebox, to cover up the hideous vents that I want to rip out and destroy with the hot heat of my hatred.

You do know that delft is the new black, right?

Whoa there, Mary McDonald. You a little crazy.

And I don't know. That's all I've got so far. Maybe a sheepskin on the ledge between the potted plants to add some warmth? Maybe the Moroccan tray from our old kitchen, this time perched above the very tip top of the fireplace?

Sigh. I miss our old fireplace.

It might draw your eye up in a weird way, but the space above the new fireplace between the windows just feels blank.

Ok, what do you guys think? Any interim solutions to turn this sow's ear into a silk purse? Please let it be relatively inexpensive...

These are a Few of My Favorite Pins

It's all dreary today and I just don't have the energy to reveal my crazy painted fireplace yet, so I'm going to rely on all the fabulous people out there in pinterest land to write this post for me. Thanks, guys. You're the best.

The one thing I don't like about pinterest is how easily sources are lost. I try to be careful about crediting the people I borrow images from, but who knows where many of the images originally came from? I wish there were a better way to track things.

[You Have Been Here Sometime, Elle Decor, This is Glamorous, My Interior Life, YHBHS]

Monday Monday

I just wanted to say a big squeaky THANK YOU for all of your kind comments regarding my pregnant bedresty stuff. Reading some of your sweet words may have brought genuine tears to my eye -- like real live water rolling down my face -- but if asked in a court of law I will deny that sissified behavior. DENY. Because I have a rough and tumble image to maintain. Let's get down to business. World of Interiors -- it's so big it can't be corralled into, say, County of Interiors. Or even Nation of Interiors. Honestly, I think perhaps they could have gone with Solar System of Interiors, tagline: "as seen in the Hubble Telescope." They certainly have enough superstar photography to form their very own constellation. Not to mention the intergalactic scope of decor they feature.

Do I spy the makings of the coolest boys' room ever?

Team Multiple Oriental on steroids!

Old school tuberculosis sanatorium or incredible dining room?

I love the scale/pattern contrast of floors and wallpaper.

The light touch with photoshop is so refreshing -- all the cracked and peeling plaster is left to charm

your pants off... And into bed.

Now, if you're bored please go see my front room up on Remodelista.

Apparently Dark Harbor is the color du jour.

Thanks again, Sanders!

Oh, and I'm also about to pin a bunch of these to my pinterest like a narcissistic  ass.

Come join the fun and feed my ego!