Big things to discuss in regards to little chairs.
Big important things.
I found and purchased a set of tiny chairs. They were mailed to my house.
That’s right. This is all happening.
I bought these chairs using the internet and I am great at it.
Different angle.
Same chairs.
There are eight chairs.
This is a different angle.
I’m really good at this.
Seriously considering doing other things that need to be done.
Seriously considering the crap out of it.
I’m nothing if not obsessive, ridiculously self-critical and weirdly competitive with that cheapskate thing layered in for extra fun. Not a great combo for basic stuff like a sense of contentment or feelings of ease and satisfaction. Unfortunately, I’ve been having trouble finding modern miniature stuff on my thrifty routes and thought that instead of buying a bunch of super pricey premade mini furniture that wasn’t quite right for my Dollhouse Challenge, why not just build everything from scratch? Which is probably crazy person thinking.
Especially considering that CERTAIN people do micro better.
So, all my art school tools got dusted off and the local craft store hit up for all that craft wood, felt and leather scraps usually only encountered in my darkest nightmares. Of course, now there is a giant mess in the dining room from experimenting with materials and substandard construction methods, because I learn mainly through failure. Screw research.
Wait, what am I going to do with all this mini stuff when this is over?
Great.
Let’s not think about the future. Let’s look at that mini gray sofa instead. LOOK. It’s made of felt and basswood and tears.
Or look! After only three failed attempts I built a leather sling chair and ottoman…which probably needs to be tweaked and remade to address a few problems. But it’s fine for now? Or until my self-critical crazy brain wins and forces a rebuild.
Hey, a bench.
Yeah dude, I totally hand cut and sculpted those balsa wood legs like a pro. Totally mitered the crap out of the corners and slammed a craft store birch plywood veneer on top.
That’s how I roll.
Worked so nice I did it twice. With a coffee table.
This chunky mini dining table is made from a 99¢ “mosaic plaque wood blank” with four pieces of balsa slapped on for legs. Less than 10 minutes and $1.50 to build.
BOOM. Done.
Check out my “credenza” that doesn’t open or store anything. It’s all an illusion, except for the brass legs. Those are real brass.
This reminds me that at some point I need to decide on finishes (stains? oil? paint?) for all this sad crafty birch-colored wood. Maybe I should upgrade to nicer woods? Oh, but that sounds like it requires some effort and more money…so nope.
Boom. Another bench? Shut up. I like building benches.
And yes this is “upholstered” in fine leather (which means I glued scrap leather to balsa wood). Luxurious.
Right after I photographed my mini sling chair I dropped it and boom, looks like my patented “throw more glue on it” method of construction didn’t hold up so well.
Luckily, since I’m a genius, I knew to throw more glue on it and now it’s like it never happened. Except for all the visible glue.
Speaking of, I’ve become pretty glue reliant. Why do things right when you can glue your problems away? It’s too bad glue looks sloppy on fabric (as demonstrated via my pillow experiments), so still looking to resolve the mini textile issue…but I despise sewing. HOW CAN ONE PERSON FACE SUCH ADVERSITY?
BTW, this headboard / sloped ceiling / bed frame conundrum still requires solutions. Among many other things…
Things in context. Glorious.
I’ve neglected to finish building the a-frame structure or decide on it’s finer details since finishing stuff or focusing on doing one thing at a time is for suckers. Chaos is way cooler.
OK. Only a million more mini things to do.
*BTW – if you enjoy mini stuff (or dogs), check out & follow thebrickhouse : instagram feed. Expect an overabundance of terrible shots of my mini experiments & the chihuahuas (or liquor & food).
UPDATE (I guess?)
Dollhouse construction is nonexistent. Or on strike. Or something like that.
Blurgh.
I have loads of big ideas but am lacking loads of the big follow through. A recent rash of catastrophic failures and botched prototypes have put a damper on my enthusiasm for amateur carpentry. All I have to show for the past few weeks is a sad mini collection of miniatures, although, those little Navajo rugs are kind of rad. Found for just $3 on the infamous old eBay with the old free shipping routine thrown in for extra indulgence, means I found myself saying hello to tiny rugs.
OF COURSE, Mr. Risom is not to be overlooked.
A mystery box, a for real mystery box, showed up in the mail and I opened it up to find a carefully packed teensy Jens Risom’s no.654 chair. Super awesome reader and all around nice gal Kara sent this over to help a dollhouse out and I couldn’t be more excited. Thank you again!
Now I’m in love with this wee chair and hunger for more tiny designer creations…oh no…not now…this monstrous hunger for minis is rising…..the hunger wants……more…..minis……MORE………MOOORRRE!
It’s Halloween already, right?
