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!

Baby (BOY) Update

Hi. I feel a little self conscious about dumping my gross pregnant problems onto you, so if you want to keep it light and fluffy, I don't blame you one bit -- see you tomorrow! For everyone else, I decided I should stop being so cryptic because you're probably all imaging worse things than are actually happening, like maybe I'm growing a hydatiform mole in my stomach. Or a Snooki. But no, it's just a baby. And he looks great, and also very well hung if I may say so myself. The problem is that I have this giant bleed in between my uterine wall and amniotic sac called a subchorionic hemorrhage. It's actually not that uncommon; what's uncommon is the size (ginormous) and how late it appeared in the pregnancy (2nd trimester). Also it doesn't seem to be absorbing and shrinking, which means that every time I go to the bathroom and blood comes out (sorry, but this is my life right now), I start panicking that the baby is next. This occurs on almost an hourly basis.

But the clot appears to be stable for now, and the baby is stable for now. So really all I can do is wait and stress out and do very little in the way of work. Who's going to do all the wallpapering for me? And the painting??? I have TWO hunky baby rooms to design and unless I learn how to wiggle my nose and make magic happen, I don't know how it's all going to come together.

You know what, big effing deal. It will probably make the blog boring since there will be a little more conversation and a little less action, but I'll do my best to spice things up. With blood and guts (hopefully kidding).

Now let's get busy dreaming up some fancy boy rooms. I really thought it was a girl so that penis threw me for a loop, but luckily I already have experience in the field.

And luckily I love boys.

[Francois Halard]

Team Multiple Oriental

Thank you, Rebecca, for making my day with that comment. I started to google TMO just to see what popped up, but decided I'd like for my eyes to live to fight another day. Anyway I am moving forward with TMO, mostly because I can't think of what other type of rug might come in such an odd size as 5x11 or so -- except for a custom job, of course. Let's hope it doesn't come to that. In the meantime, I'm wide open to alternate suggestions if you happen across anything amazing! and spectacular! that simply must be shared.

Let's all take a moment to assess the potential for TMO success.

Some of these images came from The World of Interiors, and some came from this silly post I wrote a while back. Read it. I used to have a sense of humor.

And now friends, I have to scoot. Must see doctor about increasingly scary pregnant stuff. Please cross your fingers and toes and eyes and boobies and man parts for me.

Thanks.