i know it’s been ridiculously long since i’ve blogged here. more recent documentation can be found on my fitness blog, bodyenta.com.
When I was working on my first novel back in 2002 I freaked out somewhere in the middle and decided that the right and proper thing to do would be to enroll in interior design school. it would be far more practical than writing a novel. who did i think i was anyway? i’d been an art major at school. as a girl, after my big brother moved out, I turned his bedroom into an art studio. my friend Tammy and I would spend hours in there designing stationary and making Ziggy mobiles out of wire hangers and cardboard.
I enrolled at FIT. A week into the program I was a wreck, realizing I’d made a tragic mistake. I didn’t care about designing other people’s houses and corporate settings. I didn’t give a flying fuck where heating ducts and electrical outlets were supposed to go, and I definitely didn’t care about measuring anything or schlepping all over town to purchase fourteen-thousand dollar console tables.
I finished out the semester though, favoring my history of design class, and my liberal arts elective, sociology, and when I could, used the campus computers to finish my novel.
I’ve always loved interior design, just not as a viable career choice. Some of my happiest moments are spent poring over magazines, books and blogs (desiretoinspire.net is a current fave) and dreaming of ways to improve my surroundings.
Now that I have a new job as a personal trainer and boot camp instructor, my interior design fever is back. I’m not planning on going back to school or changing careers but I do find it curious, as a somewhat detached witness, that I escape into a world of design and decor with one foot, while the other is planted in a totally different field.
With all this in mind, I’ve been keeping very busy teaching and training clients, parenting Peaches and Spike, and compulsively beautifying my home. Here’s the illustrated version:
I lugged this branch home from a dog walk and sprayed it black in my driveway. Bryan and I drilled about nine holes in the ceiling before we found the studs. Our magnet stud finder gadget was worth zilch trying to locate nails through plaster. I wrapped the chain in burlap ribbon. Not shown in this picture is the hideous extension cord. It has yet to be camouflaged. I am thinking of doing the lights differently.
I hated the old peach-colored walls in this tiny hallway between my kids’ rooms the moment my father-in-law put the first lick of paint up, but it was a damn expensive gallon of paint—B. Moore Aura—so I lived with it for five years. The green color I chose was inspired by one of our pastels.
I also sprayed the old white sconce fluorescent pink and added one of those trendy Edison bulbs. Bought the kids a bunch of stickers to decorate their doors. And turned the hallway into a miniature gallery.
Painted the downstairs bathroom black. Put in a new sink from Ikea. The before shot is some pics down.
taking cues from design mags regarding two things: Add plant life and switch your shit around to reinvigorate it.
This is probably the most expensive light fixture I’ve ever bought. Almost $300. From schoolhouse electric. Natural brass. Made to order.
Peaches desperately wanted the chrome faucet. I shut her up with a Monster High doll. Ugh, the sucker I am. It’s atrocious. But i heart my white faucet from Ikea.
More plant life. Or plant death? Willow branches from Whole Foods.
Succulents are all the rage. Trader Joe’s.
A carefully curated grouping as they say in the biz. A yoga friend gave me the pink quartz, which I love.
I bought this Indian kantha quilt on etsy straight from Jaipur. It’s only big enough for a twin bed but I just lay it across my queen-sized bed for extra color and texture. It kind of made my heart race when I saw it. This is both sides.
the pillows are collecting. I keep picking stuff up from TJ Maxx or Home Goods or Target for other rooms and then they find better homes elsewhere. I love pink pops.
Got inspired by an article on apartmenttherapy.com to use my desk as a night table. it fills out the room very nicely.
this is my former office, where the desk used to be. now it’s a library and workout room. Bryan found the ipod speaker on the curb.
there’s nothing better than elevating kids’ art to serious shit by framing it. I love how free kids are with paint.
nother thing I learned—you can never have too many lamps. loved this one from ikea.
more kids’ artwork and weekly floral arrangement.
another thoughtfully curated hoosh. those mercury glass tree votives are on sale at west elm. the kids got the stones at crystal cave.
i’ve been wanting a stainless steel fridge with french doors but have no idea when that will happen. in the meantime, I organized the papers on the doors, bought some lovely tiny but strong magnets at the container store and have BIG plans to paint the fridge doors. I saw that someone in a magazine painted their similar fridge with chalkboard paint but we already have a chalkboard painted swinging door. So I’m thinking I might paint the fridge COPPER. eh? eh? B. Moore makes metallic paints you know.
My mom is obsessed with her tai chi class. so into it in fact that for his birthday she gave Spike a picture of herself getting her chi on. Gotta love that woman.
Peaches is catching the design bug too. she wants to repaint her room cobalt blue with gold variegated slashes to pay homage to king tut and ancient egypt. in the meantime, I throw curling ribbon and whatever else onto her chandelier.
original tub hardware.
I love the union jack. repurposed our curbside found wing chair to the head of the dining table. every night it’s someone else’s turn to sit there.
for zero money i made a section of open shelving in the kitchen by simply removing a cabinet door.
another take on the tree branch lighting system. the string lights are drapier in this pic.
nother floral arrangement.
my growing ninja.
that light fixture from schoolhouse electric came with three miles of newsprint paper. the kids had a blast with it right before bed.
who needs toys? just give the kids a roll of cheap-ass paper.
Spike chose Angus Young for his fourth grade biography project. the guitar is his poster.
grouping objects by color is a lovely way to showcase your collections. by the way. & i love trader joe’s flowers.
ah. here’s the old sink and the bathroom before. just after I tore down the fake tile backsplash. god that was satisfying.
so now, and maybe this comes as no surprise, I’m ready to repaint every wall, update the rugs we’ve had for years, take up photography and create huge canvases of abstract art to fill the walls. Then maybe one day I’ll tackle the yard. The garage. the basement. in the meantime I’m going to take a nap before I have to pick up the kids, figure out what the fuck to make for dinner and teach boot camp later tonight.
escapism is beautiful.