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sewing, whiskey & brass cats…

sewing machine bar cart 2I received this antique sewing machine from my grandmother (and it belonged to her grandmother, etcetcetc…) around the time I was 21.  Apparently everyone had a little too much confidence in my ability to take care of antiques, because, not only do I cringe when I think of what this table has been through, I cringe when I think of the crap I’ve decorated it with.

But thankfully, it has remained in storage the last couple years so the damage I could inflict has been minimal. Now I’m a fully functioning adult (I’m sure some people who read that will get a good laugh on that one) and can decorate a table.

Well, I at least won’t be putting Hello Kitty stickers on it this time.

sewing machine bart cart

And as I mentioned, since I am a fully functioning adult, I need a whiskey bar.

I had previously thought to use it as a side table and place of gorgeous piece of slate colored granite on top.  My contractor said he had a piece and would give it to me for free (he used to like me).  As our friendship turned into him never showing up for work and me constantly bitching at him, I realized my dreams of a granite covered side table were like dust in the wind.

Similar to my thoughts of remodeling this house on budget.  God, I love remodeling.

But since, I’ve ‘revisited and revised’.  I modernized my sewing table into a whiskey bar.  Complete with an antique brass cat The Boyfriend bought me for my birthday last week.

brass kitty

And doesn’t everyone need a whisky bar?  Whiskey can make all your problems go away.  That is, until you wake up with the original problem and the additional new problem of being hungover.

Maybe I still have a little too much of my 21-year-old self in me.  But at least my tastes in whiskey have improved…

 

under the stairs…

Recently we were the recipient of a set of gorgeous antique dupioni silk covered chairs previously belonging to the Boyfriend’s late grandmother.

antique chairs

I was hesitant adding antiques to our very contemporary house, but as they say ‘only dead fish go with the flow,’ so I decided to be adventurous and throw them into the mix.

And seeing as this weekend we’re moving all our furniture in from storage (IcantwaitIcantwaitIcantwait) and I wanted to have a good spot for these oldies before they were lost in the mayhem.

book nook2

I love to read, but not so much while The Boyfriend is watching every TV show ever created on Netflix so I invented a nook style reading space under our stairs.

I’ve always wondered what to do with this little area.

The previous owners had a gorgeous baby grand piano under there and it was a perfect fit.  Apparently they weren’t willing to leave it behind, and seeing as we aren’t terribly cultured we don’t own one.

Thank God they left us all their books.  I remember when we were moving in wondering what in the hell we were going to do with Encyclopedia Brittanicas dated 1969-1984 but yesterday I figured it out.  Put them under the stairs.

book nookLastly, added some little antique finishes along with my modern carara hairpin table.  Now I have a TV-free reading area.

I told The Boyfriend’s mom how much I love them, so now were are receiving two more matching orange love seats.  I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this but orange is actually my least favorite color.

So those will be getting recovered.  A little orange goes a long way.

 

 

plant jail…

plant jail 1The little flower shop where I’ve been doing floral design lately has been around for about 50 years.  And apparently it’s been that long since they made an attempt to clean out the attic.

Of course all sorts of bizarre things were uncovered but what caught my eye were the little “bird cages” made of metal and glass.  Extremely dirty glass.

So as they were being carting off to the dumpster, I begged for their release into my custody.

I loved them at first sight.

plant jail 2

When I was on the way home with my new treasures, I texted The Boyfriend that I was bringing home a surprise.  Upon seeing my surprise, I was informed that unexpected cheeseburgers were surprises, not dirty cages.  Clearly we have different definitions of the term “surprise”.

So I removed the glass and hosed them down.  Then I hosed them down again.  With forty years of accumulated dirt, you can’t be too careful.

Then I bought a couple of english ivy plants (my fave) to trail out of the sides.  I took a pic and sent to my mom and The Boyfriend.

plant jail 3

Her response: “Oh my gosh, I love them!”

His response: “Looks like plant jail.”

 

my day off…

IMG_1540This is my day in a nutshell.  Coffee and catching up on interior design magazines.

And the yellow asiatic lilies are from my garden. Apparently I’ve picked up a new hobby and I’m into gardening now (who would have ever thought).

Why can’t my hobbies can’t be finance or hedge funds?  I’m only vaguely aware of what a hedge fund is (and if I were having a glass of wine with you and not writing this on a public forum that is the internet, I would honestly inform you I actually have no idea what that is).

I don’t know, hedge funds?  Sounds like it might have something to do with gardening.  Maybe I will like it.

 

a girl needs her privacy…

On my days off, from slinging flowers and designing jewelry (such a multi-faceted life I lead…), I find myself relaxing around the house.

And by relaxing, I mean not-relaxing and stressing myself out over self inflicted home improvement projects.

Our house is really open.  Lots of windows, open floor plan and tons of natural light.  Sounds great until you groggily stumble your way to the kitchen in the morning for coffee in your underpants.  And there are middle aged golfers 15 yards away waving at you.

I needed some privacy.

ferns1

{breakfast nook [I don’t know how to spell ‘nook’] before}

But unfortunately I live on a corner lot on the 18th green so privacy isn’t really on the radar.  Plus, I’m not trying to keep out the apocalypse, I just want my coffee in peace.

So after going back and forth with ideas, we decided on ferns.  I’m going to pump them so full of Miracle Grow, it will be like a fern wall protecting my coffee drinking, underpants wearing self from the golfing public.

ferns2

To begin my ‘Project: Privacy’ I bought ferns, flowers (unrelated to my project but I just can’t leave without buying more flowers), chain, s-hooks and heavy duty overhead hooks.  I didn’t like the plastic hook crap on each fern so I replaced with chain, combined on an s-hook.  Then, I had to screw overhead hooks into the drywall (honestly, I’m proud of the fact I knew how to do this yet also incredibly weirded out) and hung my ferns.

Three hours after I begin, The Boyfriend called.  “You’re still doing that?!”  Although I may know how to do it, apparently I don’t know how to do it in a timely fashion.  Whatever.  He’s sitting at a desk in front of a computer while I’m making our entire house pants optional.

fern3

This picture is ridiculous.  It looks like I live in the amazon, not New Orleans.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I can people watch with the best of them.  I’d just rather see you in your underwear than vice-versa.

design…of the floral nature

I’ve recently taken up floral design.

Now what I want to do with it, well that remains to be discovered.  But unfortunately the great-ish state of Louisiana is the only one in the United States where one needs a floral design license to stick flowers in a vase.

flower book

So I paid the Louisiana Horticulture Commission $55 for my text book (which was last updated in 1986 and originally written in 1954) and have set about being a flower student.

Wish me luck because I like studying about as much as I like doing laundry.  Which I don’t.  At all.    
camellias

{camellias from the backyard}

In the last couple months I’ve been asked to do two of three small weddings in New Orleans (apparently illegally since I didn’t know you needed a license- oops) and it has made me want to delve further into design.

Now I have The Boyfriend (an attorney) yelling in the background “don’t admit to doing something illegal in print!”

Hopefully the Horticulture Commission isn’t on their way to come arrest me.

follow @filledefleurnola for pics

DIY…”expensive” lamps

IKEA is a great starting point.  There’s nothing wrong with IKEA.

That said, everything I’ve bought there at some point, has turned to absolute crap.  Although, if I really think about it I’m almost positive it might be more of a ‘user problem’ than a ‘manufacturer problem.’

Like the time we mapped out a floor plan of our office to determine the exact size and quantity of bookcases we needed.  Somehow, someone’s measurements were off by an additional six bookcases.  IKEA was over an hour away and I’m lazy, so we left them in the box and I sold them on Craigslist.  And the bookcases we did build, half turned out like Pisa.

Unfortunately, that was my half and I’ve yet to hear the end of it.

I’m also not allowed to measure anymore.

lamp

{my lamp reno arsenal: junky lamps, new shades and spray paint}

I’m thirty (Jesus, that was harder typing than I thought) and being thirty I’d prefer not to have college-dorm looking lamps anymore.

So, of course, looking for replacements, I fell in love with a gorgeous chinoiserie pair for a little under $1,500.  And while you might not be privy to my current finances, I’ll fill you in- I currently don’t have $1,500 to waste on a pair of chinoiserie lamps (honestly if I ever have $1,500 to waste on a pair on lamps to go in my bedroom we should all be amazed).

But as Pinterest informed me, since Pinterest is quickly replacing all other media outlets in my life, I can upgrade my terrible lamps with spray paint (!).

Well then, consider this project done; I wield a mean can of spray paint.  Especially while drinking cocktails.

lamp 2

I bought some white silk lamp shades but wanted to contrast the interior with a semi-gloss gold.  Since these are going in the bedroom on the nightstands, I wanted a dim, warmer light.

I taped the edges (I bought blue tape in bulk when painting the house.  I love it.  I wear it like a bracelet on my arm) and sprayed the interior.

lamps 3

We renovated the house we are currently living in (and hopefully moving out of soon) in brushed nickel.  Personally brushed nickel isn’t my favorite.  It’s a little generic for my tastes and I like character.

The Boyfriend would rephrase that as I like “old looking things.”  So for the base of each lamp, I spray painted each an antique brushed pewter/gold color.

He’s right.  I like old looking things.

lamp 4

So with my new pink screwdriver, I tightened and reworked everything back together.  No more wobbles, and all in all, less college-esque looking.  At least this is a step in the right direction., and took me less than thirty minutes.

I placed them on top of my upgraded IKEA side tables.

Maybe IKEA isn’t so bad after all.  You just needs a little spray paint.

And someone other than me to put it together.

fat tuesday…

fat tuesdayFat Tuesday means no working.

And apparently for me it means laundry and catching up on magazines.

~happy mardi gras~

 

wine wednesday…

My friend in LA sent me this from Refinery29.  ‘What Your Signature Drink Says About You.”

I probably couldn’t have described myself better.  And wine happens to be my drink of choice.

As they said, “easiest to refill…”

wine

 

Personality Type: You feel generally happy and dissatisfied at the same time. You are ambitious but don’t feel lucky. You would call yourself jealous because you are also very self-aware. Your preferred party position is talking late into the night.

Signature Drink: Wine. It’s the drink that’s easiest to refill.

what drink are you? : Refinery29