Moving On

Greener pastures...over here.

TD's

Temporarily experiencing technical

difficulties that I do not have time for...

Ladies Who Launch

THE GOOD NEWS:

I have been selected to be an ongoing member of One King's Lane's

Vintage & Market Finds! It will sort of be like 1stdibs or V&M where I

can add to my inventory at any time.

THE BAD NEWS:

It launched today with only one of my items.  Apparently,

their approval department is very backed up.

I guess I'm just a lady who launches. A little. 

Check it out here.

PS: I have no idea what happened to my blog pictures. None.

The Meaning of Meant

When I told my husband the new house was perfect as is...

he knew that I meant except for the stripping

and bleaching of the walls here.

He knew that. Right?

When my 4 year old squealed that she wanted the
walls in her new room to be pink pink pink...

She meant ballet pink. A pink as soft as Cecile Brunner's
first petal pop. A subtle and sophisticated pink.

An heiress pink.

 

So I matched Farrow and Ball's Pink Ground.

Pink enough.

Right?

And when we signed and I said that I wanted

chickens because I'm moving here and it has this...

I didn't mean it. I was wrong. Right? 

Moving

We are moving and it's weird. Weird because we are an average couple. A guy who is a glorified cook married to a lady turned
decorator. We happened to stumble upon a semi-rural faux english farm.
Lacking the trust fund, legacy or crown to accompany it all, she,
with her faux prince, emptied their pockets and purchased it.
And now, the only thing that I can do to make this farm a home is to swear to the following:

Occasionally, smoke a fag in the barn for faux Englishman's sake. What a chore.
Drunkenly, mow the lawn in the inherited mower...without risk of arrest.
Pretend to have chickens.
Install English wallpaper in the girls' rooms.
Pretend to can.
Mow. Again. And drink. And mow.
Rest. And hydrate. (Mowing and pretending is incredibly draining).
And paint. Palest pink. The color of an English mouse's belly. Pink. Aliscious.

One King's Lane

Another one of my One King's Lane sales starts today!

I need to pay for some stuff. My new house needs a funky runner.

First choice...David Hicks' Chevron Boucle for Stark.

Or Stark's Key Stria.

Plus, this little office needs to be stripped and whitewashed.

Thanks, ladies. Let's get cracking.

Luke Irwin

What rug has he been hiding under?

Shade Deprived

I'm selling my house, I'm moving in 2 1/2 weeks, I'm working on a big auction,

I have a couple of big design projects, my kids are crazy and tomorrow is spring break...

 and the only thing that I can think about are these yellow shades.

Image via Lee Anderson Couture.

Snow Day

I'm moving...and thanks to these girls I'm selling stuff. So I can buy these things. For my new house.

Blackamoors

It seems like Blackamoors are everywhere these days.

They come in all shapes but only one color.

This one is on Michelle Nussbaumer's blog. $2800.

Four Blackamoors (two shown) guard the corners at Hutton Wilkinson's place.

My Blackamoor pendant by Corletto that I bought on Etsy. $170.

Important (that always cracks me up) Venetian Blackamoor Mirror at Sotheby's. $321,548.

Blackamoor table at Pariscope. $3,600.

Blackamoor sconces at Dragonette. $9,500.

And MY fancy little blackamoors that I bought last year for a song. 

I think they are Venetian polychrome blackamoors. It looks like they used to be lamps.

I tried to have them rewired but the old wires were PLASTERED IN! AHHHHH!

So, I just screwed some brass candle holders in place instead.

 The brass candle holders aren't the answer. I'm still looking.
These fancy pants deserve something better, don't ya think?

Moving

The paint is barely dry and we are moving.

We are going to start showing our house in a few weeks.

If you know anybody that wants to buy a great vintage home

on College Hill in Eugene, Oregon...tell them to email me!