All of the furniture for the living room is finally in, Dumplings! I'd love to show you around, but first let me say the wall-to-wall carpeting is not permanent. It will be replaced by wood flooring when we reno the adjacent kitchen.
The West Elm Petersen sofa took forever and a damned day to get here, and then it ended up that the end cushions are actually two extra middle back cushions (they have zippers and nothing to zip to). WE was such a pain in the tuchis to deal with just getting the sofa here, that I decided to call it done.
No such problems with the Zaha chair from Jayson Home. They were, as always, a delight to work with. This is such a Dude Chair - every man who visits makes a beeline to try it out.
The story of how I finally received the mirrored Fes chairs from Anthro is too long and aggravating to recount, but the lovely team at the local Cherry Creek store worked it all out. Bless their yarn-bombed hearts. The table in between is actually Anthro's tall Granary plant stand. The white Berber-ish pillow is from Urban Outfitters (NLA), and the floor lamp is IKEA's Tisdag.
At one end of the sofa is Jonathan Adler's Ulu convex brass side table. On it is a nearly burned through Anthro candle I can't bear to part with and Kim Seybert's beaded leopard coasters that I used to carry in my home store. Those crazy things retailed for $25 a piece in the late 1990s (no wonder I never sold them).
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Last week, I finished painting the fireplace bricks white. It was a job and a half because the mortar reveal is so deep. One poor paintbrush gave its life so that beauty may flourish.
Here you get a sense of the room's architecture, above is the loft where I have my office. On the mantel I have a small sculpture made by a friend, Nate Berkus' Hexagon tray, a 1950s toy buffalo, a photo of The Pea when Hers was tiny, the first drawing she ever did of LB, and a bust of her commissioned from a family friend. The walnut figure below was carved by my father-in-law.
The "before" photo from the real estate listing. *shudders*
The Little House on the Prairie fireplace will be replaced by a gas insert some time in the future. Just removing the brass trim was a big improvement. Also still left to do are new window treatments (those honeycomb shades are gross with a capital AWFUL) and a very large area rug, both of which will happen when wood floors (eventually) arrive. The seafoam posts and beams will get a coat of charcoal. And next weekend we will be hanging barn doors for the entry closet. Stay tuned!
Three weekends ago, we were driving down the mountain for lunch, and I spied movement on the side of the road. I exclaimed,"Look - a fox!" because I still get geeked about any and all forms of fauna up this way. LB said,"No, it's a cat. Foxes aren't black." But it was a black fox, a most handsome boy with a white tipped tail.
He came visiting yesterday afternoon, and I completely spazzed out. I opened the door and cooed "Hello, sweetheart!" He came right up to me which tells me this good-looking fellow is used to the occasional treat from other enamored humanfolk.
I resisted the urge to bolt out and hug him. Is it so wrong to want to caress that beautiful tippy tail?