I did a little interview for the Herman Miller Lifework blog. We talked about my office/den and I realized I have nothing useful to say about organization. It did force me to update the tour of the den. Rad.
Check it out HERE if you are so inclined.
Now if they would just send me some fancy Herman Miller stuff I would be the luckiest girl around. I’d take an ottoman for my fake Eames lounger, oh you know what, why not just throw the chair in too. I’ll be holding my breath.
I found this firewood hoop at a local hardware store for about $20. It’s currently holding a sad selection of wood mangled out of the weed tree we cut down before starting the back patio project. It’s about the only exterior addition that has happened in the last few weeks because of the constant unstoppable rain.
The Boy lit the inaugural fire in the newly primed and sealed (we used Rust-Oleum Black High Heat Paint on the interior) fire pit.
The verdict?
No explosions or shrapnel, that the internet warned of – just a little bit of cracking in one section of the mortar. But, with issues in the construction already manifesting this might turn out to be a temporary structure. A little rethinking is looking like it will be necessary.
Now we just need to finish up figuring out the installation of the square cement pavers. And then do it. Ugh.
This past weekend was a major bust on the thrift store front. There was nothing but junk, not even ONE thing mildly interesting enough to take a picture of. I mean come on, I’m still pimping crap picked up from the weekend before.
Blech. So much HATE for when that happens.
More importantly, what the hell is up with people bringing their dogs to Salvation Army? Little Roxy here was a total cutie, very well behaved and friendly – Iggy would have lost his shit if left off the leash in a crowded store full of things to smell and bark at. But still, this is a weird thrifty trend that seems to manifest at the big red SA.
