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To Mark It

My mother doodled when she talked on the phone.  When she talked on the phone, she sat either at the dining room table, the long curly cord swagged to the kitchen wall or on her bed, cross-legged with her Princess Streamline like a teenager.

Provided with an endless supply of scrap paper in the form of unopened bills, she would mark the backs of envelopes with pointy stars embellished with dots, pyramids of spirals that ended up looking like rose bouquets and an odd collection of dots and dashes, seemingly random, that always resulted in different, pleasing patterns.

Rather than covering the paper she would often trace her initial designs again and again until they were as dense and distinct as fresh tattoos.

I was reminded of all this when I spied Temo Callahan’s kraft paper lamp shade in House Beautiful.  Decorated for Callahan by a friend with marker, it is infinitely charming, exponentially personal.  Seeing the shade makes me want to know both the owner and the artist.  Every life, every home should have just such a thing.

Image, House Beautiful, March 2012, photography Francesco Lagnese.  This particular issue had to be rescued from Dexter, who chews my books and magazines if I have neglected him too long.  We are both learning.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

For heaven’s sake, I had not intended to be gone so long.  Just as at your house, things are in full swing around here.  I finished the diamonds in the foyer (the pattern will eventually – hopefully by the end of Winter Break – go all the way down the hall) despite the amount of bother they have caused.  The doors are Farrow & Ball Dix Blue and the color is delicious.  Details on all of this after the holiday.

And, the lantern is in place.  The fabulous folks at the Light Shop in Kansas City helped me with the canopy.  Turns out that it is possible to order a light from Visual Comfort without the wiring.  I am pleased as punch.
The chairs are finished and the fabric is off to the upholsterers for the cushions.
And I WON A WATERWORKS FAUCET.  I so rarely enter giveaways.  Oddly, as a blogger, I feel like they aren’t really for me, but I entered the Waterworks giveaway on Grant Gibson’s blog (which is terrific, by the way) as I love their product.  Waterworks has introduced Studio, a new more moderately priced line and its Three Hole Cross Handle Faucet from the Flyte Collection is sitting snugly in a box in my basement waiting for installation.  (The boys were most delighted by this development.  “You WON a faucet?  How does someone win a faucet?”  It was a Christmas miracle.)
As I was going through all my magazines from 2011 to see if I could come up with a “favorite rooms” post, Elle Decor reached out to say, “Do you have a favorite room from 2011?”  I do, and you can find it here, along with other terrific picks.

Finally, (well, Christmas will be “finally” – this is nearly finally) we hosted twenty-five friends for dinner on Wednesday.  I spent yesterday getting ready and most of today cleaning up.  Parties are a gift; there is nearly nothing I enjoy more than having our friends in our home.  I loved every minute.

I hope your house is filled to overflowing with joy this season.  We are wishing you the best.

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DIY Hell

Did I mention that I’ve created a little DIY hell for myself over here?  Math.  Measuring.  And beyond that, I’ve bought my children no fewer than one hundred and fifty (give or take) rulers and the only one I can find is blue, with nearly illegible numbers and a three hole punch.

What’s that?  Christmas?  Oh, heavens, there’s plenty of time.

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Black and White and Green All Over

A few months ago a dealer called and said, “I found some chairs you might like.  I thought I might clean them up myself, but if you want them I’ll sell them to you.”  At first I couldn’t decide if they were better than my old chairs, or just different.  In the end I decided better.

Obviously, they needed to be painted.  The dealer thought they should stay light, as did the landscape designer, but the curtains may have a Miles Redd-inspired ruffle and I thought the sweetness of the room needed to be cut a little bit.  So I preceded to turn my dining room into a work room and, as Mr. Blandings is not me, he didn’t say a peep.  For weeks.

Painting things black I got.  The gold detailing is more vexing than the entire wall project.  Times ten.

Still.  I am determined.

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Dining Room How-To

Thank you so much for your nice comments on the dining room walls.  The base color is Farrow & Ball’s Folly Green.  It took me about a week from start to finish, but in my world start to finish includes a few fits and starts.

To complete the project you will need:  (clockwise from top left) A plastic cup resembling a party favor, a crumpled paper towel, a clean sock, paint, tracing paper, a palette knife, a white graphite pencil, a piece of chalk, brushes, a Gladware bowl that is missing its top, a used kitchen sponge and inspiration.

I had ordered stencils from Stencil Library and they are lovely.  I gave them a go a few weeks ago and they were not for me.  It sort of turned the project from something creative into a job.  That said, they are very nice and if you are not confident enough in your drawing skills, they are a fine way to go.

Instead, I regressed to an old favorite past time of drawing on the wall.

As the walls are green, I used chalk to outline the design.  It wiped away very easily and did not leave a mark when corrections were needed.

I alternated between holding images from Michael Smith, Mary McDonald and Gracie to create the design.  The Smith room had a paper very similar to this Gracie panel, though it was a little denser than what I wanted for the room.  The McDonald walls had the right feel, but different flowers.

I drew the entire project before I started painting.  (This is unlike me, as painting is the fun part.)  Sketching in the design easily took twice as long as painting.  Prep is always longer and a little less fun.

But then I got to go to the art supply store, which is almost as good as jewelry shopping.  I explained to the lovely woman working at Utrecht that I was trying to avoid having to go over the design twice.  She suggested Golden paint in a dense opacity.  We chose Titanium White and then she suggested Titan Buff to take the edge off; Iridescent Pearl (Fine) (and it was) was added for a little luminosity.

I chose the brushes myself and developed a deep and lasting love for both the large #10 and the smaller #2.  #6 and I took an immediate dislike to one another and will never be friends.  Beyond that, we cannot see what anyone would see in the other, though we stopped short of become enemies.  We will smile and nod, but will be unable to move beyond social pleasantries.

I’d like to give you a formula here, but basically you squeeze a big blob of white, about a third smaller blob of buff and a dollop of iridescence and mix.  When you run out, do basically the same thing again.  I started my stirring with a kitchen spoon, but it was inefficient; palette knives exist for a reason.
Then I thinned it out with a little water and, when I made a mess, I cleaned up with a paper towel.

I did pick up a couple of pieces of green poster board to test color and consistency.  And, yes, I agree, based on the testing it appears that I made a rather large leap of faith.

I could not manage to draw a good butterfly.  Eventually, I created a template from the stencil and traced around these with the graphite pencil (chalk would have been too thick.)  The butterflies were the best part.

Once the paint was dry I rubbed off the chalk with a clean and coincidentally-inside-out sock that was sitting in the laundry basket that I had just brought up from the basement.  I imagine a clean, soft cloth would do.

Somewhere along the way I’ve heard the last shall be first and the first shall be last and I don’t think it was related to puberty, though it worked out that way in my experience.  Also with the mural.  I should have painted the “ground” first and then the trees and bushes, but I didn’t quite know how to go about the ground so I skipped to the good stuff.  As it turned out, it was pretty easy.  I used the same paint combination, but thinned it until it was very watery.  I then looked for my sponge brushes for twenty minutes, gave up, and used half of a sponge from under my kitchen sink instead; it worked fine.

Onward and upward.  Or downward as I think a rug may be next.

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