Archive | September, 2010

Roof: Before & After

30 Sep

Things are looking up around here! Way up. Here’s the roof update—forgive the random pictures all taken at different times in various amounts of sunshine. You don’t come here for my photography skills, do you?


Flea Market

28 Sep

Proceed with caution. I have no idea how this blog looks (format-wise). Preview isn’t working. I’m totally winging it. Don’t judge.

Last weekend, my friend Nichole and I braved the heat and near dehydration to scour the Flea Market. Actually, we were just thirsty and we ran-through the place in record time because it was 95 degrees and we are decisive souls, aware of what we can and cannot live without. There wasn’t a single thing we couldn’t live without. But there were plenty of things that grabbed our attention.

In addition to my love of things on wheels and anything industrial, I seem to like things with numbers and stencils. When I saw this desk it reminded me of something Layla from The Lettered Cottage might like—that’s a total guess. Her blog is great and if you need inspiration click now or forever hold your peace.

Nichole and I both stopped to stare at this coffee table. I’m not sure what grabbed us—the color or the metal grate/shelf under the wood. But we both stopped to look so that’s a good sign.

And then there were lockers. Lockers everywhere. And, of course, I like them and can think of a thousand uses for them. The basement, laundry room, a retro kitchen pantry, art supplies in a studio space—all would be nice places to house a row of lockers. I say place your lockers right in the middle of pretty things—brave juxtaposition is attractive. It’s sort of like clothing. The key to looking good is acting like you do. If you act like you match, sometimes you do even when common sense tells you not to leave the house dressed like that. People will either think you’re stylishly one-of-a-kind or out of your mind. About those lockers…

The October Flea Market is the biggest and best of the year. Don’t miss it. Fourth Saturday. Nichole and I will be there.

Updates/pics on Bradford coming tomorrow! The best green roof I’ve ever seen sits atop my house.

I’m floored.

27 Sep

Hardwoods should floor you. I have been told.

This is a healthy challenge to planning and designing the interior of Bradford Avenue. My challenge is to balance classic wood flooring and with the character that reclaimed flooring brings to the space. In an I-wish-money-grew-on-trees moment—trees that could be turned into hardwood floors—I threatened to throw some linoleum in the kitchen and call it a day. Nobody believed my empty threats Even the framers know what I am and am not capable of.

Still, I think about painting the upstairs floor…

This room is a perfect merging of styles. Sharp clean modern lines run smack-dab into Victorian frames and prissy table legs. Smart design. Smart styling. You can’t put your thumb on all that’s happening in this room—which makes it a great room.

Let me say, I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw this on Paisley Wallpaper. Click the link—she’ll walk you through the whole process. I love her style.

I never like yellow so much in my whole life.

These diagonal stain-striped floors are smart + interesting. One would expect such of Mark Cutler.

Maybe we’ll work something diagonal into Bradford… We’ve been thinking about it. We’ll see.

Trespassing. Stealing. And other sins.

24 Sep

I like a challenge. A lot.  Brad asked me to find some vintage/industrial windows (think factory windows). I am no longer phased by these weekly do-you-think-we-can-find-the-most-random-object-on-the-planet requests. Nothing seems far-fetched or crazy to me any more. I had a feeling I knew where Brad was going with this and thought if I could somehow find what I could see in my mind we would be golden. Absolutely golden. Sure I can find old factory windows. Is this what you’re looking for?

Let me just tell you that said windows are not the easiest to find. And they are not the easiest to carry out of a place. They are made of steel. And leaded glass. You can’t carry them out by yourself—two are better than one. It’s just true.

The windows are in my posession. Techincally they are sitting in a welding shop. I cannot wait to see the before and after on these—of course, I will show you as soon as we get them from the welder.

My windows once lived here.

P.S. I did not steal. The windows were given to me. They were a gift. And I am forever grateful.

Now, I might have trespassed for two seconds. As for other sins, I probably fell victim to lust when I saw this floor sample at Woodstock. Probably.

Thank you, Brent, for the windows. We’ll make you proud. Just wait and see how this turns out.


23 Sep

Every week I get some sort of assignment. Two weeks ago it was to find some old vintage/retro nuts & bolts, six to eight inches in length. Done. Last week it was to call Woodstock and start thinking about wood floors. Done.

Get this. When I called Woodstock I discovered that Brent (from Woodstock) used to live on Bradford Avenue. What are the odds? He asked for a few pictures of floors I like. How about these?

After meeting Brent, I’d describe him as a fearless purist. He doesn’t bat an eye at the idea of going against the grain, especially when it comes to flooring. We like fearless. We like purists. We like being so sure that we don’t bat an eye.

I’m off to the Woodstock office to meet with Brent and see the wood/floors for myself. We could easily go over budget on flooring. Brad totally dropped the budget hammer. He has to do that now and then. We don’t like being over budget.

I’ll let you know how this turns out. And I’ll take pictures at Woodstock.


21 Sep

I grabbed the October issue of Country Living while I was at the airport last weekend. Of course, I regretted this. It is no fun to look at a magazine and that makes you want to talk ideas and say things like: Would you look at this? I love it. How smart is that? when you are siting across the aisle from strangers. So I did not say any of those things. I made a list of ideas and slapped  Post-It notes on nearly every page.

Here’s one of three of the great spaces featured. Maybe this place taps into my love of sharpened pencils and school supplies—or maybe it just deserves an A+. My favorite things: the front doors, chalkboard, pommel horse (seriously. this is brilliant. they are just showing off now….), sliding door, uhm everything you see. I like everything you see.

Take a look.

Let’s give credit where credit is due. Joshua Lyon does a fantastic job telling the story. Roland Bello’s photography captures every perfect thing about the place and Christina Lane’s styling—well, I aspire to it. Grab a copy of the magazine. Read the story. And see the rest of the pictures. There’s much more in the mag.

Happy day, y’all.


Raise the roof. Really.

20 Sep

Raising the roof = smart decision. We did this house (and all the tall people who walk upstairs) a huge favor. Just look at the difference, inside and out. It’s in progress. But aren’t we all in progress?

I cannot believe what changing the pitch of this roof did for the upstairs. Come on in, ceiling height. Glad to have you. Here’s a series of pictures from what we started with to where we are this morning.

P.S. Somebody stopped and asked to buy my house last week. Walked right into my yard and asked, “How much for the house.” Not enough, mister. Not enough. Wait—if the price is right….

We had a good conversation about loving houses back to life and he told me he and his wife could love this house back to life. I went all Rolling Stones on him and said, “You can’t always get what you want.” Love on another house, buddy. This house is in a committed relationship—what do you think all this debris and destruction in my yard is? L-O-V-E. And, love hurts.  AND… this house picked us so back off my corner lot.

Actually, we talked for a while. I kindly directed him to Allen Perry, a great real estate agent who could easily find a home for he and his wife to love back to life. (I can see Allen’s front door from my front door. It’s easy to direct people to Allen.) Meanwhile, this nice gentleman knew that he and his wife could do great things for my house. I’m not selling. Talk to Allen.

But he went on. About love. And renovation. And my house. And I went on about the fact that he should call Allen. If I only had Allen’s card.