Possum on the roof....and a snakeskin table

He's such a stud.  That's my five year old in the background
having fun with the stud finder I just showed him how to use.  

Chapter two of my house swirling around in a twister à la Dorothy's in the Wizard of Oz.

scratch, scratch, can I come in? My first houseguest for the day.

First, I woke up to strange sounds coming from the bathroom (like something or someone was in there).  The danger-seeker that I am, I opened the door to discover a very large and fat possum hanging out on top of the skylight on the roof.  He began frantically scratching at the window, and obviously wanted to come in.  Of course, why wouldn't he want to chill here -- my house probably looks like familiar territory to him: wild.  (Unfortunately, I couldn't grab the camera quick enough!  I'm wondering where he scurried off to...probably to his new home, our attic. anyone have the # for Animal Control?)


Speaking of wild animals.  A buddy of mine passed on two yards of this fabulous faux snake skin:

B. Berger faux leather/ Sand Serpant

I've been trying to figure out a creative use for it, and since the creative cyclone hit the house, I decided to change the look of these two side tables I was never really crazy about.

Picked these up on the cheap at Home Goods
@ 4 yrs. ago, and never liked the ugly brass finish, but liked the shape.

So.......

A little paint, gorrilla glue, and a lot of elbow grease later:

I haven't had time to complete the second table yet, but this one came out pretty cool!  I think they'll add texture to the room, and look really interesting.  Needless to say, they look a lot better and more high-end....

and I know my new marsupial friend would agree.

Hurricane in the house!

wowsa!  incredible tessellated coffee table....wow!

Welll, every story has to have a beginning, middle and end.  The above table is the opening chapter in this mini-novella.  It really should be a soap opera, the way my week has gone, although I pray Marlena from Days of Our Lives does not make an appearance as the Devil. (That was from my college days when my roomates would tape that soap, and we'd watch it instead of studying for finals.  Did I just age myself?).  

Chapter 1:
I was vintage/antique/consignment shopping the other day with another talented eye (she's the best), and spotted this puppy!  It's an incredible Maitland-Smith tesselated coffee table (these things sell on 1stdibs for abt $3,000 -- and usually found in cream...this is a very unique emerald green (love)).  Needless to say, I got this for MUCHmuchmuchmuchmuch less (less than that even).  

It's an incredible piece and now I have to redsign the whole room around it.  So, of course, now the whole house is being redecorated, everything is for sale on craigslist, etc. and it looks like a hurricane hit the interior of the  homestead.  But this is progress, folks.  I love getting all crazy and changing up the chi/vibe of my own home every year.

Can't wait to post Chapters 2 and up...!  

Orange is calling, it wants its dignity back....

By now you've all heard of this lady?

Excuse this hideous picture.
And for the record, your face should NEVER match the color of your child's hair.
(Just an FYI.)

I know I don't need to explain why this is all sorts of wrong.

If you don't know who this is, Kristen Wiig was pretty fab in her portrayal on SNL....

On behalf of the color wheel between yellow and red, here is a message to this lady: 
there are plenty less UV-harmful, more beautiful ways to express your love for orange.


For instance:

Orange dining room via Elle Decor
YES

Orange Chinese Chippendale
YES

Orange chest of drawers, and  orangey rug via my Pinterest
YES 

Orange barn doors for laundry via HB
YES

Orange bed I painted for my cool five-year-old's room
Again, YES.

Orange Zebra pillow in same son's room.
Heck yes!

Oompah Loompah's and Tanning Mom.
This is the stuff nightmares are made of.  NOOOOO!!!

Please I beg you, give orange it's dignity back.