Little Cabin In the Woods

Since we've had houseguests this past week, I took advantage of the extra hands to help take baby Ike out and about in the world. He was such a champ for hours while lunching at Enoteca, shopping at Uncommon Objects on South Congress, and picking out toys at big box babytown, but actually transporting him was only slightly less painful than having your appendix removed sans anesthesia. Just buckling him into the carseat brings on apoplectic fits, and once the car starts the situation does not improve in the least. So, guess what? We're supposed to bring le bebe to our annual family Thanksgiving hoedown at the farm in less than a month, which is a SIX HOUR CAR RIDE AWAY. The very idea brings on nightmares at 3 am. Already. To go back to sleep, I am forced to retreat to my happy place:

Ah, holidays at the cabin. Ok, so this is not our cabin -- this little farmhouse in the Catskills belongs to painter Sean Scherer and his partner Mark Mayer.

But that's not stopping me from imagining that our cabin looks more like this one (no offense, Dad... ps, call me about interior design services).

Seriously, how amazing are those kitchen cabinets made from recycled vintage school lockers? Ok, so I wish I had them in my citified kitchen, too.

I am not hating the bat, either.

Or this Andres Serrano photograph surrounded by vintage anatomical models. Actually, I'm not hating a lot of things about this souped up quirky cabin.

Vintage Pompeii postcards flanked by mercury glass lamps and backed by a punchy wall color? Sure.

Clawfoot tub in a bathroom papered with vintage newsprint and AGITPROP posters??? Hellz yes.

I think I saw an ancient Trading Spaces episode where Vern Yipped a room by papering the walls with old book pages -- not nearly as cool as this room papered with blank pages in a geometric pattern.

Do these vintage bird prints as wallpaper pass muster?

These dudes really have a thing for maps and anatomical diagrams, and that's ok by me. I see they are also afflicted by a pottery collecting obsession, which I can empathize with. It's a tough disease to cure.

What do we think of the yellow walls, anyway?

This cozy little nook is calling to me. During my 3 am panic attacks, this shall be my new happy place.

Somehow I don't think I should end with this picture, but it's the only one I have left, and did I mention that I am frequently awake at 3 am? But do you know what? I'm feeling better. There's nothing like a little cozy countrification to instill a sense of calm and comfort in an anxious heart.

At least until tonight.

Madmen Sets on CNN.com

I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working.  But, well, I have to keep up with the news, right.  CNN is telling me about this:

Calgon, Get Me the F Outta Here

Ugh, it's Monday.  Who likes Mondays?  I'm willing to bet there are no hands raised now.  I wish the weekend were just one day longer so I could finish the projects I had hoped to post today.  Alas, it's not.  The work week has started and I have a to-do list long enough to wrap around my head 116 times.  Rather than checking things off left and right, I'd much rather be here:

There's something about a tub floating smack-dab in the center of the room that's always enchanted me.  It doesn't really make sense considering that I'm not a bath person.  (Oh!  They're so boring!  And forget reading, wet hands struggling to keep my book out of the water make for tired arms.)(Let's not forget that we're splashing around in our own dirt)(and rinsing! you have to take a shower just to rinse!) 

Anyway.  I do love the way it looks, though.  When the tub takes center stage the room becomes a sanctuary built for the soul purpose of relaxation and pampering.  Well, at least for people who like baths.

Thanks to If the Lamp Shade Fits, From the Right Bank, Sweet Home Style and Desire to Inspire for the pics I posted today.  An extra special Monday to all of you.

Everyone else, best of luck with your own to-do lists this week, I hope it goes swimmingly!