Archive for the ‘art’ Category

MOVES

Tuesday, July 24th, 2012

Anyone curious about where the largest most awe inspiring fiber art piece was relocated, can now feel less curious. Photo evidence suggests it’s been chilling in the living room, much to the delight of delivery people everywhere.

Whose pizza boy always says theirs is the coolest and most favorite house to deliver to?

This girls!

Keep it up dudes, I enjoy both pizza and compliments.

Oh, and before you say anything, yes, I went ‘there’ with that weird giant thrift store dream catcher thing. Perhaps it’s not in the best taste, but hey, fibers control my sad little heart.

Come on. Don’t look at me like that. Fibers.

Otherwise, I’ve been sorting through piles of furniture and vintage bric-a-brac around the house to prep for a big online sale; an upcoming sale which details and links should be posted around here soon…

Wow. What a jerk move. All the sale info should probably have been prepared before this, but hey, it’s like 100 plus degrees constantly and my brain is all bleeeech I’m sweaty and tired shut up.

Anyways.

Thanks to everyone who chimed in on the Dwell thing. We’re all good now? Still friends and such?

I love you.

It’s hot.

DETAILS

Friday, July 6th, 2012

Now with the immediacy and ease of sites like Instagram and Twitter, I’m tending to neglect this actually blog. Seriously, when did blogging start to feel so archaic? Or is this just creeping laziness? Is this July? What’s happening?

Anyway, here’s a compilation of small changes and additions around the house from the past months (or so).

1. Return of the massive white ceramic lamp (I prefer my lamps huge)
2 & 3. Updated OFT Potence Lamp (now with more BRASS tip)
4. Vintage Navajo Two Gray Hills weaving from eBay (now without awful smoke smells)
5. Few more thrifty ceramics (plus a Home Depot CACTUS)
6. Brutalist hallway lamp fixture from eBay (replacing this one)
7. Hey, it’s a consignment store pillow (maximum PINK achieved)
8. Too Blessed 2 be Stressed poster in need of hanging (via reference library)

COMMITTED

Tuesday, June 5th, 2012

Sighs of relief everyone. The dining room light situation is resolved.

Bubble it is.

Those terrible weeks of baited breath and restless nights are a thing of the past, so feel free to revel in relief as that desperate anxiousness in your heart melts away. Because yes. OH YES. The single most important lighting decision of our time concerning a dining room in a nondescript vintage home in a crappy neighborhood in the armpit of the Inland Empire has been made.

Look at how this lamp can now turn on and illuminate stuff. Stuff like dinner.

Spectacular.

It’s like we finally connected those funny wires that stick out of the ceiling to the funny wires that stick out of the cord in order to fully commit to that good ‘ol ubiquitous Nelson bubble lamp in a dining room thing. And you know what? I love it. Unashamedly.

Goodbye pretensions. Hello thirty six inches of iconic mid century design.

Something feels different here…

Less fibery? More green? Somehow ruggy?

Pointless meandering aside, there’s obviously been a couple of additions and changes in the past few weeks that made the big bubble finally feel like the right choice. Firstly, yes, the amazingly huge fiber art wall hanging has moved (and not very far). Then the crazy grandma plant (or philodendron if you want to get all correct or something) was moved from the bedroom into here for some ‘effing greenery. Finally.

Plants make a room. This truth I live by, but somehow can’t enforce around the house.

Oh, then lastly, I slammed the old living room cowhide rug under the dining table. Rug action in the dining room finally seemed to make sense when paired with the Moroccan rug situation happening in the living room.

This incredible 70′s hand cut paper wall sculpture was a recent thrifty find at a local consignment/antique type shop. I believe I actually gasped out loud when I saw it leaning against the wall and then gasped again when I saw the affordable price.

Huge, handmade, strangely heavy, unsigned and beautiful. I could not love it more.

Reminds me of Greg Copeland for sure, but feels more like a study or experimental piece someone was playing around with.

My once lush and rampantly growing philodendron seems to have gotten a little stressed out after the move. I was hoping to break old patterns of neglect and serial plant killing by being a better and more attentive plant owner, but just ended up over-watering the thing.

Ironically, this baby prefers abuse.

Stupid plants. Make up your minds.

Also, the butterfly’s are back.

I probably should focus on being a better and more attentive blogger. Or on finishing some projects (like painting and fixing up that busted pocket door). Or clearing out some of the piles of vintage stuff laying just outside the cameras frame.

Yeah, this is all an illusion of organized cleanliness. Reality is much more cluttered.