Puking and Olioboarding

Sorry for the radio silence yesterday, but I have the pukey virus so bad that I can barely hold my head up. It's actually taking extreme effort just to type this, and in fact I may have to leave for a second to... That's better. So before I caught yet another iteration of the bubonic plague, I had been working on a moodboard for our pesky double height living room. This is about as far as I've gotten:

New couch, new chairs, new benches, new art: check, check, check and check. Painted fireplace and some kind of awesome screen. Wall mounted tv (sorry y'all, I kind of like it there because I can watch it from the kitchen while I cook) with hidden components.

What's missing??? The ceiling fans. Yes, they're still in here, but think how much better this room would look with a pair of badass chandeliers instead of fans... too bad Texas is so damn hot in the summer. We're going to wait until then to see how miserable it would be without them.

So this is what I'm thinking for now (minus the scale issues... I really should learn CAD). Concerns? Questions?

I may or may not be able to address them today.

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.