I MUST have something from the Dominick Dunne estate. I'm totally fine if it's a letter opener, or like a half box of kleenex. I have an irrational level of love for Sir DD. Can't explain it.
The story of our first house in Hudson New York. She (can we all agree she's a she?) is a late 1800s center hall with some farm-housy elements. But she's been blanketed by a thick layer of ugly. This blog will chronicle what is sure to be a long, slow (and hopefully satisfying) renovation process.
Cam down. Don't go driving around town, honking all of your horns at the same time or anything.
I've been writing for the site and mag for several years now - and I love both the brand (the Knot/Nest/Bump/Wedding Channel etc.) and the people - so I couldn't be more psyched. Sure, I'll miss full time Hudson - but I'll still be up here on the weekends. Plus, after all that's happened in the past year, I'm SO ready to be able to provide the husband with a little stability and health coverage.

Oh pps: No, that is not a pair of panties on my head. But I totally get why you asked that.

Here's mine: picking wood flooring with a beveled edge for the kitchen floor. Sure, a painted floor DOES look historically accurate. and sure, the beveled edge adds tons of interest. But it also ads a gross ditch to collect dirt and dropped food etc. This ditch always looks dirty despite mopping and vacuuming. To remedy it we will be caulking the ditch to lessen the depression somewhat, and painting the floor a much darker color than the cream it currently is. But if I had it to do over again, I'd chose a smooth surface. This was such a bad choice - and it's funny because I was so adamant about it. I just had to have this floor! So embarrassing.
Here it is unpainted:And here it is primed:
I have made lots of other silly choices (which I'll post as the week goes on), but this one was the most flat-out frustrating. Please tell me I'm not alone and that you, too have screwed up here and there.
Please?
UPDATE: Here's a great, totally helpful response post from Decorno - one of my very favorite blogers. Thank you so much for this lady!
Anyway, thanks Kishani! You are so talented!
I would love to take one of their flower arranging classes. They also make soap, if you're keeping score. Love those industrious Brooklyn gals.
Alas - that is not where my next $250 will go. But I do love to spend these frigid, wintry days dreaming of how I will while away my time - when I finally become a woman of leisure.
There was only about 10 inches of space on each side of the bed - so bedside tales were an issue. I knew it wouldn't be officially cozy if guests couldn't read in bed...
So then I remembered an old Apartment Therapy post about making shelving out of books.
I also remembered that AT readers lost their minds over it. Because like, BOOK MURDERER!! Or some shidt.Why look, there's one of my beautiful little shelves now.
And there's its partner. As you can see from this view, the spine was broken on this book. I found a pair of big, sturdy, matching books at Goodwill for a total of 50 cents. They weren't the prettiest ones there, but the dimensions were right and the fact that they were a matching pair clenched it.
As you may have guessed, this was a super easy process. First, Joe drilled pilot holes in the bottom of the book. Then he attached a bracket. We could have gone prettier on the brackets, but I wanted an invisible look so we went cheapo.
The books are "Who's Who of American Women" edition 2 and 3 (1964-65). Neither of my grandmothers were in them. So as far as I am concerned, they are crap.
Just kidding. You should know that I LOVE books. My father has an amazing rare book collection and I am an avid reader. So calm down. But listen, I got these at Goodwill where they'd undoubtedly been sitting for years. I feel no guilt. I think these will be admired more here than they would have been there. And don't get me started on how many brand new books are pulped each year, you Kindle loving heathens. Aye, aye, aye.
But if you just HAVE to stage a Peta-like rescue mission, shoot me an email. I'll give you our street address. Just come and go quietly in the night, so Bernie doesn't bark, K?
Here's an action shot of Joe screwing it to the wall. He put a 2 x 4 behind the drapery so that the shelf wouldn't suck my draping job in too much - and also so that it wouldn't fall right off of the crumbly plaster walls.
Here's the ugly underneath. We cut a slit in the draping, to hide the bottom half of the bracket.
Then I topped each shelf with these little bedside lamps I got for free from my friend Dawn's house sale (I helped man the sale and got lots of unsold goodies at the end). I bought new shades at Lowes for $6.50 each. They aren't my dream shades or anything, but they work wonderfully here, I think. Soft, cozy glow.Ta-da!
Other side:
Viola - a cozy sleep-nook open for visitors.
Behold: OK, this is not a true before picture. I had already started moving things around, so the room is super cluttered. But you get the gist.
Big console holding the TV right in front of the pretty fireplace. Bed immediately to your right when you walk in the door. CLUNK.
Oh wait, here's another before (pre-console days).
And here is the same view now, walking into the room.walking in one more step...
Turning to the right where the bed used to be. There you can see my desk sticking out. Now, the TV is on it. Kinda janky, I know - but it'll have to do for now. We need either a flat screen above the fireplace, or a TV cart that can roll out when needed. And I need my desk to be in my office (currently used as the shop). Sigh.
Here's another before:
Here is the wall that the bed used to be against. I'm so jazzed to have this couch out of the dining room where it was sucking up so much space. This still needs tweaking. I should use different lamps, and the end table situation is iffy. There are also some smudges in the paint where the bed rubbed against it.Those paintings are by my old friend Mathew Brannon (hello, solo show at the Whitney). I may hang a bunch of photos on this wall as well. Haven't decided. Stay tuned.
Here's a before for contrast:
I'm having weird camera problems, so forgive the spots.
We can finally admire the pretty fireplace in this room. Both mirrors were "dumpster dives," I found one on the street, and got another from my friend's house-sale for free. The topiaries were also free from the same sale. Oh ps: the great sissal rug is one of two that my aunt Mimi just gave me for free. Hate me yet? It totally makes the room because the floors desperately need to be redone.
Over by the fireplace you can where Terminex tore a bunch of holes in the floor to show us old termite damage. Thanks, Terminex. Don't look at the ugly baseboard heating either please. You're looking! What'd I say?How hilarious is this picture of me (swoopy bangs) and my little sister? I love it. My Father In-law asked who the boys in the picture were. I don't know what kind of Flock of Seagulls dudes he's hanging out with. PS: could we have looked any more miserable in the shot? 7th grade I think.
Here's the nook with Bernie admiring.
All for now - more later. The little shelves we made are so great. I can't wait to show them to you you.

Just wanted to share the pretty.