i have a chandelier in nearly every room of my house. i just l-o-v-e chandies. truth be known, i would prefer nineteenth century fo-real crystal and gold leaf, but since the $ gravy train seems to have ended for hubby and i back in the eighties….i shall be content with making my own. DIY blog land has turned my little life upside- down. i can take a basic lighting fixture and create something anthropology-ish. really, the sky is the limit. trouble is, i have now run out of ceiling space.
this fixture began as the standard dining room lighting fixture in our home 15 years ago. 10 years ago, i moved it to the living room, painted it bronze, slapped some miniature shades on , and it was passable. but now…. it fits more with the vibe of our home. a little bit vintage. a little bit funky, a little bit more suggestive of a wannabe artist (that would be me).
personally, i think traditional punctuation rules in a world where i gotta type on a device with a screen smaller than the palm of my hand, is preposterous. some (my husband) may misconstrue it as laziness, but i assure you, it has nothing to do with my energy level. capitalization is truly the only thing i ignore and for me, it’s more of a “why go interrupt my flow and reach for the shift key?” in reality capitalization doesn’t convey much meaning to the reader compared to correct spelling, and even i may judge a person who continually misspells .
personally, i do not think capitalizing lends credibility to my words. on-line communication with bloggers is more like talking with friends in a casual way. i rarely say anything worth presenting in a formal proper uptight fashion deserving of a fancy-pants delivery
i also like to think of myself as an artist of sorts, and to me, lack of capitals adds a poets touch. please don’t hate me because i’m breaking the rules. the correct way today could be the wrong way tomorrow. aT LeAsT !DoNt Do ThIs!
for several months i have been working with a crackerjack chapel hill graduate who is in her first grown up apartment. she had furniture handed down from her mom and grandmother. when we were e-mailing back and forth about what the furniture looked like and what style the furniture was, she e-mailed me back and asked, “is old and tired a style?” the big reveal will be coming up soon , but for now a peek at her gallery wall. if you are wondering, caitlyn collects turtles. she has over 50 different species (not the living kind). i had painted some lamps for her in a chic aluminum finish, so why not a giant turtle to match?
And the tradition continues…
I have seen hundreds of these on home decor blogs. Some made with paint sticks, some with drift wood, twigs and even….shims . Before I started this project, I thought I would make a couple (assembly-line-style) to give as Christmas gifts. Ummmm…..not gonna happen. I had no less than 10 “rays” pop off while I was totin’ this thing around from room to room. I dropped it at least twice. I am going to construct one more smaller mirror. This time, however, I will spray paint the dowels instead of hand paint (duh-huh), and glue the teeny tiny mirrors on AFTER I attach the rays (der…doy…duh), and try extra hard not to drip the hot glue on the mirrors (as well as hubbies stereo speaker….sorryboutthat).
Granny B. , my 101 year old Grandmother gave me this dresser almost 30 years ago. It was the first piece of furniture I ever attempted to restore. Scott and I had it in each apartment when we lived in Williamsburg, Virginia, Raleigh and Wake Forest, N.C, then clear out to Chicago, Illinois where we lived a short 14 months. As I recall, it was one of t w o pieces of “bedroom” furniture we owned. Fast forward to Greensboro, N.C. (with a brief one year stay in Elkin, N.C.), Lane Scott came home for Thanksgiving break to find this dresser, which she claimed about 10 years ago, bright red.
Traditions. Over the years , the Jones Family have developed a few. One in particular is our annual Christmas card photo shoot. If you want to bring out the worst in our family, tell them what they must wear, give them a time deadline,make them pose in awkward ways, take away all phones, laptops, blackberries, ipads and the old fashioned telly-vision and then have them agree on what photo makes each one look like a celebrity wanna-be (okay. that last one may just be me). Things have gotten a bit less stressful (and hopefully more entertaining) with the introduction of digital photography and my hubby’s use of PhotoShop. But we still can’t say for sure that no one will break down in a pool of stress induced tears. Ah.. the memories…
Sunday afternoons at our house…. a hot glue gun. An old paper lantern. 800 coffee filters. Did I mention the aroma of burning skin? I thought i was really smart buying the highest temperature hot glue gun they make. A little dab of very-hot-glue from my turbo-charged-hot-glue gun on a tissue-thin coffee filter glued onto an old pier one paper lantern, and I have a jumbo-paper-fluffy-fire-hazard-hanging light.
In keeping with the Christmas season, I decided to paint as many things as I could find (somebody stop me) green. A few months ago, this trunk was brown, etched with a lame-looking map of the world. A week later, it was a hue of gold. Two weeks after that, i was “inspired” by Greek Blue. I think it will stay green for awhile…at least through December 26th.