This Damn House

Either the wallpaper goes or I do.

I used to have an old loveseat (something various family members are very proud of because it’s from The Civil War or something, except somebody had it refinished in like the 1970s so it’s not An Antique, it’s just oooold) that I longed to restain and recover. These were my inspiration/reference photos for that project.

(I don’t have the loveseat anymore I foisted it back off onto another relative. Suckerrrr.)

Your inner Molly Weasley is freaking the fuck out about how great this is, right? Right??

(It is so great.)

Your inner Molly Weasley is freaking the fuck out about how great this is, right? Right??

(It is so great.)

I have no idea why I saved this in particular, it’s just nice all-around.

I have no idea why I saved this in particular, it’s just nice all-around.

I’ve always wanted to live somewhere mildly ridiculous.

I love this fence because it accomplishes its goal (keeping cars out of the pool) without hiding the pool. Although really, who drives into a pool in the first place?

I love this fence because it accomplishes its goal (keeping cars out of the pool) without hiding the pool. Although really, who drives into a pool in the first place?

I grew up in a house covered with ivy, so years of beating it back every few weeks have removed whatever glamour people usually associate with it. This is really pretty, though. (Also, tumblr doesn’t recognize the word “glamour”…but it also doesn’t recognize the word “tumblr” so clearly, this is not the wisest spellchecker.)

I grew up in a house covered with ivy, so years of beating it back every few weeks have removed whatever glamour people usually associate with it. This is really pretty, though. (Also, tumblr doesn’t recognize the word “glamour”…but it also doesn’t recognize the word “tumblr” so clearly, this is not the wisest spellchecker.)

I apparently have A Thing about pretty doors?

So in theory we’re closing on a house this week, and said house has stairs, and said stairs are currently painted in a somewhat slapdash, below-my-standards manner, and really what I’m saying is I need this in my life.

So in theory we’re closing on a house this week, and said house has stairs, and said stairs are currently painted in a somewhat slapdash, below-my-standards manner, and really what I’m saying is I need this in my life.

aside from the giant piece of carpet on the floor, this is perfection.

aside from the giant piece of carpet on the floor, this is perfection.

I don’t have a baby right now, and I’m not planning on having one, but just to mix it up a bit: here, let’s look at this baby room that I don’t hate.

And we end Dining Room Week as we began: with an elaborate chandelier that I like despite how often I’d have to dust it. I really enjoy how they painted all of the wood in other rooms, but kept the trim and beams very dark in the dining room. It creates an enclosed box without weighing the room down entirely (the giant wall of windows helps as well).

I love pale blue and red as a color combination (and in 2012, so does everyone else). However, this doesn’t quite work for me. I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to fall asleep at the table because the room was too soothing.

I love pale blue and red as a color combination (and in 2012, so does everyone else). However, this doesn’t quite work for me. I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to fall asleep at the table because the room was too soothing.

Like I wouldn’t manage to dig out a dining room in my favorite color? Come on, it’s like you don’t even know me.
(Also I really like how they created the visual equivalent of crown molding just by drawing a line high up on the wall and painting a paler color above it.)

Like I wouldn’t manage to dig out a dining room in my favorite color? Come on, it’s like you don’t even know me.

(Also I really like how they created the visual equivalent of crown molding just by drawing a line high up on the wall and painting a paler color above it.)

It’s “LOOK AT THIS HOLY SHIT” Saturday, apparently. That is a light fixture made of eye glasses. I bet it makes a really pretty clinking noise.

It’s “LOOK AT THIS HOLY SHIT” Saturday, apparently. That is a light fixture made of eye glasses. I bet it makes a really pretty clinking noise.

LOOK AT THIS. HOLY FUCK. LOOK AT IT.
Talk about knowing your fucking proportions. Who would ever have thought to put that monstrosity over a square table and some folding chairs?! (Not me. I would not have thought to do that.)
The very pale whites, creams, and pinks are managing to highlight all of the grey/white crystals on the chandelier, instead of the metal. That’s why it’s not eating the entire room.
The house we’re currently trying to buy has 7.5’ ceilings, and I haven’t really cared until now. Sniff, sniff, I will never be able to install a similar ridonk chandelier without risking concussion and death. [plays tiniest interior design violin in the world]

LOOK AT THIS. HOLY FUCK. LOOK AT IT.

  • Talk about knowing your fucking proportions. Who would ever have thought to put that monstrosity over a square table and some folding chairs?! (Not me. I would not have thought to do that.)
  • The very pale whites, creams, and pinks are managing to highlight all of the grey/white crystals on the chandelier, instead of the metal. That’s why it’s not eating the entire room.
  • The house we’re currently trying to buy has 7.5’ ceilings, and I haven’t really cared until now. Sniff, sniff, I will never be able to install a similar ridonk chandelier without risking concussion and death. [plays tiniest interior design violin in the world]