Bookcases

September 1st, 2009

The new bookcase doors are pretty much complete. We painted them with a high gloss white enamel and stained the handles a nice walnut.

Everything looks a bit naked, especially with the sad state of the butterfly chairs.

Now feel free to tell me how horrified you are at how we closed up those shelves. Even The Boy says he liked it better before…

It is a hell of a lot less dusty and I can hide all sorts of shiz. Of course the whole room is in need of being styled up a bit.

I was also thinking that now all the ugly electronic stuff could be hidden in the shelves. Like ugly radio units or cable boxes – you know – whatever. There are electrical plugs inside the cabinets and ways to hide the cables if someone desperately wanted to put a television above the fireplace. Which undoubtedly the next owners probably will do.

Just open the doors to use whatever electronics your heart desires and close them up to hide all the ugly away. The Boy will be happy that our ugly as crap stereo can now go in the living room.

So what is in store for the other side of the living room? There is a tiny wee hint in the above pic. We are trying hard to finish it up…its been such a huge pain in the ass.

Hole

August 31st, 2009

Remember this big nasty hole? Probably not.

I f*cking do. Its been my secret shame in the den for almost two years.

Fuck yeah! We patched it up goooood.

Ahhhhhh. Sweet sweet victory.

Thrifty!

August 31st, 2009

$10 at Goodwill for the pair.

Golden Girls or Modernist Rattan? I think I really like them, but I’m not sure where they will end up.

$3.99 Salvation Army.

Owls? Done and dead? How does scale affect tired trends?

Does 14″ of vintage hot red ceramic owl qualify as more sculptural and therefore more interesting or remain firmly planted as trendy tsotchke? Hmmmmmm.

I’m not sure if the owl thing is dead dead dead – but I suspect this guy may still be pretty rad.

Sweet jesus I’m so glad I’m getting back to a normal work schedule and can go thrifting. I was jonesing big time for my thrifty adventures during the past few months. What a sweet sense of relief walking in and smelling that oh so familiar musty fart smell of the thrift store.