Crazy Wallpaper Friday

Now that I'm firmly ensconced in my "forever house" (as if such a thing existed for capricious creatures like me), I'm planning to wallpaper the bejeezus out of it. The entry shall get the royal treatment, as will the powder room, the upstairs hallway, and maybe the kids' rooms. Ok, almost every room is up for grabs. I have a little inspiration board going on at Pinterest with some of my best and brightest, and I thought y'alluns might like to behold some of my bolder choices. These are the papers that will probably (maybe?) never end up in my house, but I love looking at them.

I'm really into big scale wallpaper, and this Jordi Labanda pattern fulfills all my megalomaniacal desires. It's not the vibe I'm going for in my house, but I want someone else to do it and then invite me over for martinis so I can down a few and then stare into the face of god. Or, you know, some flowers. Martinis can do weird things sometimes.

Tune in next Friday for more funky wallpaper. Until then, may the floral force be with you!

I Spy With My Gimlet Eye

Sure I still have unpacked boxes begging for attention, a garage full of unloved furniture, and a room devoted entirely to packing paper and cardboard, but a girl's gotta shop for her new pad, right? I put it off as long as I could, but yesterday in between errands I managed to speedwalk through an antique mall which was, perhaps predictably, stuffed with junque. Still, while mining the hills and sifting the sands I managed to find some gold in them there hills.

You may recall my obsession with trunks, and especially with all things Sarreid. Well, this guy may not be a Sarreid, but he's still damn handsome. I think he's going to make the perfect end table, and toy storage is always a bonus.

The booth that housed this beauty also held a number of other curiosities. I kind of wish I had bought this stainless footlocker, too.

Another trip may be in order? Who's in?

And now I have to figure out how to unload my score from the front seat of the car, where it is wedged in tighter than Kim Kardashian's booty in... well, anything.

Design Crisis: Now 100% Internet Syphilis Free

Sorry about all the drama with that login crap on our site... happy to report that is has been fixed up and we are planning to use condoms from now on. Seriously, what is up internet? How come you keep infecting us with your dumb herpes? Turns out the code in one of the pictures we used was pointing to another site. So rude. Anyway, I'm still staring at the fireplace and running through various permutations to determine the most excellent outcome. I had almost decided to tear half of that monstrosity down when Karly rekindled an idea first sparked by this picture:

This is commenter MB From Dallas' gorgeous home (featured in entirety at Head Over Heels -- check out the landscaping!!!). I keep thinking about how that fireplace extends all the way to the ceiling and wishing hoping wondering if I could possibly do that too.

A reminder of the horrifying vision that greets us every day. The ceiling actually keeps going for several more feet up there, so extending the fireplace would be quite a job.

Love the ziggurat of white brick, but I think we'd be better off just continuing the fireplace up in a straight line.

So what do you peeps think? Tear half of the fireplace down? Build it all the way up?

Shake me to my senses and say, "just paint the damn thing already!"?