I found a place for the new Albers litho above the fireplace. It still needs to be hung, but I think it’s groovy leaning there for now. I’m kind of toying with the idea of painting the wall behind the fireplace dark to match the actual color of the fireplace (Now I’m all in love with dark accent walls – I know I’m such an asshole) and installing a raw edge cedar wood slab mantel.
This decorating crap never ends.
What am I thankful for this Thanksgiving?
This painting. Of my mom. From the 80’s.
This painting used to be a full body portrait and has moved with my mother to many houses over the years. It’s the one painting she has that I’ve always loved and the whole family has always HATED. I think it’s hilarious, and captures that stern no shit look my mom always wore (and I unfortunately inherited) perfectly.
I finally asked my mom if I could have it and she couldn’t wait to push it on me and out of her house saying “just don’t post it on your blog with all the bad art”.
Thanks Mom!
