Punchy Mexican

I couldn't pass up this Mexican punched tin headboard...

...'cause that's how I roll.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. TO. ME.

I first saw the Shoji glasses by Imperial Glass in Aerin Lauder's house.

Then again in Claire Weiss' incredible home in February's Architectural Digest.

Truly stunning and I had to have them. Fortunately, though, I didn't

have to wait around for an elderly relative to hand me down her

hard earned collection or trudge through antique stores for 30 years.

It only took ebay, a few weeks and some dough.

And voila. Happy Birthday. To. Me.

THIS KIND OF THING EXCITES ME

ROAR

Chalk It Up To Good Taste

I just had this little blackboard made...

using this little gold bamboo frame...

for my cutest little fancy pants client.

I'M CRUSHED

LOWBALLS BY IMPERIAL GLASS. MY NEW VINTAGE CRUSH. 

The Sectional

I had a vision of this Kravet sectional.

In this sexy Lee Jofa velvet zig zag.

Until the Kravet showroom sent me this drawing.

Oops. Zig zags are no bueno on a sectional so...

Plan B. I went with a neutral grainy linen. Safe but gorgeous.

Add a Baltic Lantern by John Rosselli for Circa Lighting

and some Fiji/Barley grass shades from Smith & Noble.

Mix in a few pink Christopher Spitzmiller medium Hann lamps in

blush and an acrylic framed hidden stitch silk panel.

Throw in a few pillows made from an old ikat robe

from Uzbekistan and John Robshaw's Lanka.

Now the room just needs one of these overdyed Turkish rugs.

They take vintage rugs and bleach them and dye them kooky colors. 

Who knows? Maybe I'll try it myself.

I'm already doing that every 5 weeks anyhoo.

BIZZY

I have been very, very busy.

Sun Room

What a difference a day makes...

Grasscloth. Up. Same rug but bigger. Coming. 

Six of these. Next.

A Little Hanky Panky

I was awoken a few weeks ago by the ding of my iphone announcing

that morning's One King's Lane sale. I've done my time over there. I've both

bought and sold through them. All of them were great experiences. By now, though,

the newness of it all had worn off a bit...until I rolled over and saw that it was a

CHRISTOPHER SPITZMILLER LAMP SALE. 

Not everybody gets the prices lure of those lamps but when you

see them. You get it. They are GORGEOUS and I could always use more.

So, I threw off my covers and shot up like a rocket.

I leapt out of bed in my underwear. My little underwear.

I had yet to master sprinting while dressing so I just sprinted.

Without dressing. To my computer. 

I knew that I was not alone. There were women everywhere at their computers right then. Just like me. Trying to score a lamp or two. By the time I logged on, though, almost all of my favorite lamps were taken. I kept refreshing the page over and over. The lamps jumped in and out. They shifted their weight around in those virtual baskets. I still wasn't having any luck. I knew I was silently dueling women richer than me. Engaging in retail wrestling with anonymous women in bigger houses with bigger visas. With clothes on. At last, though, I sunk my claws into one. The dragon serpentine lamp. One of my favorites. It was in my cart and I had 10 minutes to secure the deal. The intimidating timer started. My box was ticking and not in a good way. I jumped up and raced to the entry in my hanky pankies...looking for my purse. I couldn't find it. Crap. I streaked passed my giant picture window. Once. Then twice. Jesus. To any early morning dog walker outside my house this square suburban housewife looked a lot like a desperate breakfast tart. Or something. In tiny hanky panky underwear. All 135 125 pounds of me. With 8 minutes left on the clock I was still wallet-less. I raced upstairs. Where was my wallet? Where was my god damn purse? With my wallet? 6 minutes left. Did I need the lamp? Quiet. Was there time to process the fact that I didn't need the lamp? Denial. 5 minutes left. Downstairs. Sprinting. I passed the window. Again. A mere 4 minutes left. Then less. To the door. No purse. Down the hall. No purse.

ANYBODY SEEN MY PURSE???

Anybody? 

Not even you...with the bird's eye view?

At last...to the benches. There was my purse. With my credit card. 

So...with flushed cheeks... I finally bought the lamp.

The dragon serpentine lamp.

From One King's Lane. In my underwear. Thanks, you clever little ladies.

So, I'm done for awhile...unless my iphone dings
me for a hanky panky sale. Then, of course, I'm back in.

The Killer Room

I'm sorry...but whenever I have

killer grasscloth installed...

I can't help but think of him.

Hot Pot

My new favorite cachepot.

Get it here.