drawer bugs…

When it comes to interior design, I think eclectic is great.  Unfortunately for me, I seem to lack the filter that differentiates ‘eclectic’ from ‘terrible’ and have often been known to confuse the two.

This lack of filter has led me down two paths: the first, buying interesting pieces that I will love for many many years.  The second path usually ends with me saying “well, that was a poor, non-refundable decision…”

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I’m really hoping I didn’t take the second path with my scarab pulls.

I love them (currently), and am hoping I won’t regret my decision to pay $50 for a pair of giant bug drawer accessories.  And to mention I actually don’t have a drawer to put them on.

I guess that just means it’s time to shop.

Wish me luck!  Because God only knows what I’ll return with.

my little flower darling…

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Since moving to Louisiana, I’d taken up floral design and had started working for a shop doing wedding flowers part-time.  It was something I had been interested in back in Texas, and now in New Orleans (since Fashion PR does not exist here) decided to pursue it.

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This week marks the second month I’ve branched out on my own (although to even begin this process it’s been at least several months in the making).  I will say this, for Louisiana to be such a laissez-faire environment (understatement) they sure make it a pain in the ass to open your own flower business.  You would have thought I was trying to sell medical marijuana the hoop-la I had to go through.

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But regardless of the flower politics, I’ve finally opened leaf + petal NOLA.  My very own floral design studio.

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Last night I made arrangements for a runway show/event at Anthropologie in Canal Place.  I decided on a very ‘Anthro’ aesthetic, vintage tins mixed with a colorful palette of flowers.

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So check out my new baby, Leaf + Petal NOLA

www.leafandpetalnola.com

@leafandpetalnola

happy weekend (early edition)…

I woke up this morning with the quick realization it was Friday and someone had served me too much Trader Joe wine at dinner last night.  camellia in vase

My first stop on this glorious Friday (!) is to Starbucks for a ‘double shot cafe mocha white russian valium latte to-go‘.  Skinny.  Obviously.  Then to pick up my french wine crates that will sit in my garage since I have no idea what to do with them.

So happy early weekend from myself, Phoebe & Phineas.  I named the dog and cat on my new DIY side tables.

It’s been slow making new friends in a new city…

DIY…side tables got a make over

Moving is hard.

And entrusting someone (named “Boo” no less) to drive all your worldly belongings from Texas to Louisiana is also hard.  I managed the drive to New Orleans in eight hours.  He gave the vague answer “I’ll be there sometime in the next three days….”.

On Day 3, Boo finally arrived.  And by the look of it, someone had broken into the moving truck, thrown dirt on all over our things and then took a baseball bat to them.  To say the least, I wasn’t terribly thrilled about this, to which Boo said “are you sure it all didn’t look like that before?”  Unfortunately, there’s no furniture police to call so I had to deal with it.  Which I did, with a bottle of wine.

And everyday while remodeling, I would look at my sad scratched up furniture, mentally give Boo the finger and contemplate how much it was going to cost to replace it all.

But one day I had the realization, here I am spackling walls, staining and painting various parts of this house,  that I could probably use my newfound “skills” and revitalize my furniture.  I’ve learned it’s amazing what a coat of paint can do.

So I started thinking about how I could improve some of the pieces I had.  Most of our things are in storage, minus our everyday stuff like side tables, a dresser, etc., so I started there.  I figured the side tables are smallest, therefore easiest and if my efforts went south, cheapest to replace.

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When we moved in, the previous owners had a “wood working studio” (who knows) and left behind this worktable. The Boyfriend, who loves to keep everything apparently except this worktable, wanted to throw it out. He’s crazy, I’m dragging this table with me from house to house for the rest of my life. I love it.

I used to love things like beauty products and four inch Manolos but it seems that was my past life.

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{my ‘revamp my side table’ tools}

I actually didn’t need my pink glitter tool box for this (it currently only houses a pink hammer and screwdriver – I’m working on it…) but it’s too cute not to add.  So I guess a little of my past life is still holding on for dear life.

The side tables came from Ikea, like five years ago.  I’ve always hated them but, until now, never did anything about it.  I’ve just lived my life, hating these tables all along the way.  Oh, and we have a matching dresser.  Hate that too.  I’m coming for you next dresser.

I originally was going to stain them (I care for staining about as much as I care for my Ikea dresser) but after a trip to Home Depot, I was informed painting them would be easier.  I’ve become a regular HD groupie, the guy in the paint department might as well be Brad Pitt for all the attention I throw at him.

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So I bought some dark hued glossy paint and was confused when I opened the can and it was neon purple. I briefly contemplated taking it back but the more prominent side of me (the lazy side) decided ‘if it turns out brown then great, if it stays violet then I’ll deal with it later’.

‘I’ll deal with it later’ is actually code for ‘I’ll just buy new ones online’.

But in the end, no need.  My TCU tables turned a nice shade of deep brown with a glossy finish.  And clearly the bland knobs needed to go (into the trash) so The Boyfriend bought me these adorable kitty puppy pulls from Anthro.

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After I finished the tables (sand, paint, paint, dry, celebrate with a cocktail) I was pleasantly happy with how they turned out.  They weren’t the next coming of side tables or anything but they looked significantly better than the original.  Then I had the amazing idea, which I stole from Pinterest,  to finish them with some granite.

I contacted a granite yard (literally granite in a yard) and picked out a white granite with gold and cream running through, and had them cut some for my side tables from Ikea.  I only like high-end or low-end, there’s no middle of the road for me.

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There was a little concern as to whether the light weight (i.e. particle board) tables would be able to handle the weight of the granite.

So far so good.

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Now my high-end Ikea side tables look like they came from furniture Neimans.  Now onto the dresser.

weekend plans…

My mom is coming in town again this weekend, being an interior designer she’s been really insightful as to what direction we should be taking design-wise with the house.  Actually, I’m pretty opinionated so when our opinions align, then she’s incredibly insightful.

I think as all daughters do, I set up a list of shopping, cocktails and general shenanigans to keep us busy.  Not to mention paint color picking and landscaping (but I wont tell her that til she gets here).

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So early Saturday morning, I pick up her up from the Louis Armstrong airport and we’re off.  Antique shopping on Magazine St, lunch at La Petite Grocery and then running errands at Anthro & Sephora (my fave kind of errands).

Oh, and cocktails.

Lots of cocktails…

Spring Cleaning…For Spring Cocktails

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I have been doing some ‘spring cleaning’, i.e. starting a project then starting another leaving previous project lying round (I’m a  Gemini, I like starting lots of projects), and decided it was time to tackle my bar area.

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Theme- a combination of my two favorite things, books and cocktails.

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We also had these vintage decanters sitting around in a closet, so I dusted them off and was able to replace some of the bulky liquor bottles.

The Boyfriend is apparently known for drinking Maker’s, so every holiday we receive about 3-4 bottles as gifts.   I put all the extraneous bottles in the pantry, which now looks like a distillery.  I need to find some bourbon summer cocktail recipes or else everyone is getting re-gifted Maker’s this year.

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After all this polishing and cleaning, I think I need a drink.  And a manicure.

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Now what other projects can I start…

valentine’s day essentials…

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All I really want for Valentine’s is someone to rub my shoulders and a bottle of wine.

But here are some other gorgeous little necessities for the big day.

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Normally, The Boyfriend and I are rather anti- NYE & Valentine’s Day.  A couple of my least favorite things usually happen on these holidays~ crowds, waiting and prix-fixe menus, just to name a couple.  Especially prix-fixe menus.

Waaay to picky for that nonsense.

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{ban.do bobbi pins from Anthro}

But this year, I had a change of heart; cocktails and dinner can’t be too bad.  Although I haven’t tried to make reservations yet, so maybe I’m being a little optimistic.

But my hair will look good while we wait; I’m thinking messy bun.

After an hour or so of cocktails and waiting for a table, “messy” will be inevitable.  I’d rather start with “artfully messy” than end with “cocktail messy.”

A Recipe Book for the Ages…

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Over the holidays while visiting The Boyfriend’s family, I saw his mom had a Better Homes & Garden Cook Book.  Hers was one of the old school red and white gingham binders from the 70’s, stuffed to the brim with hand written notes and yellow fraying recipes from years of use.

I loved it.

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So while out stocking up on glassware last week, I came across the perfect little book to hold all my future recipes.  I’ve always heard the best ones come from word of mouth, from tried and true recipes passed down from generation to generation.  And now I have the perfect little book to hold all of them.

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As I perused her recipes, a collection amassed from the last 20-30 years from friends, family and magazines, I realized (thankfully) food has drastically changed over the years.  Most of her older recipes involved a jar of mayonnaise or some form of gelatin, neither which is one of my favorite ingredients.

Except I do like my frenchie frites and aioli…

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And while I did receive Fifty Shade of Kale for Christmas, I agree that family recipes are usually the best.

But for some reason, I’m thinking Fifty Shades of Kale isn’t as interesting as its predecessor.

But Most Importantly, Let’s Have Cocktails…

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Since I had a little extra time today, seeing as it’s Sunday and it’s too cold for patio drinks, I decided to indulge myself in my ongoing obsession.

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So I headed over to Anthro and bought some extraneous glassware.

I feel like one of those people on Doomsday Preppers, that stockpile for the one day when the government collapses and the earth is overrun by aliens or whatever.  Apparently I’m prepping for that day when I will have to host an impromptu cocktail party for 200.

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But I’ll be ready.  Cocktail in hand.

Geography & Headbands…

Yesterday.

Even thinking about it gives me a headache.  I began my day trying to plan some travel in the south, and finally five hours later looked up from my giant map, cross eyed and agitated.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to travel.  Just not by car.  Or when I have to plan it myself.

Geography is not my thing.

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Seeing as it was only 2:30 and it didn’t seem like a proper time to open wine (and no one was available to come over), I decided I needed a little retail therapy.

While in college my freshman year, I started dating a fun new guy and found my geography class relegated to the back burner.  They could have told me Arizona was in Dubai for all I cared.  And (fortunately) the relationship lasted only as long as the class but (unfortunately) I still don’t know where all the states are.

So even though geography is not my thing, headbands are.

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I can easily say I will never have enough headbands.  Especially gorgeous vintage looking headbands.  And, although I’m a jewelry designer, apparently I also needed some jewels.  And a manicure.

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Thank you Anthro.   While you break my bank account, you save my sanity.

So for now, I’m headed to Mississippi.  I think that’s off to the right.  Hopefully there is an Anthropologie there.