Why Such the Wait?

So, I have the chandelier, and the go ahead from hubby to do the entryway. So, what's the hold up? Well, we've commissioned some artwork for the niche. Here's a sneak peak of the inspiration. Ok, ok, blatant rip-off. You guys are such sticklers for the truth. Sheesh!

Gilding the Lily

So I've been watching alot of Top Design. You'd think that it would inspire me to go knock out my own home in 12 hours with a budget of $2000. But, alas, it doesn't. It just makes me realize how much I DON'T know. I'm like Andrea, only worse. So, I've just been enjoying the show. And trying to improve my taste level. One thing they keep stating this year is that flowers make or break a room. I guess all of my rooms are broken, because I never have fresh flowers. That's OK, I don't think Kelly Wearstler will pop round anytime. And if she does, my kids would make fun of her hair. So there!


I remember years ago seeing a Kirstie Allie interview where she says she spends the same amount on fresh flowers for her house that she used to spend on drugs.
Why, oh, why didn't I develop a drug habit in my early years, so that I would have that kind of cash set aside? I'm not that good at planning for the future.

But here are some beautiful arrangements that I've come across to inspire you so that your rooms won't be broken...only your bank accounts!






Botanica by Brad

Brian Davino Florist

Julianne Rocks!

My youngest turned three last week, so Julianne and I went to the park Saturday morning to take some pictures. They are so cute, that I have no idea how I'm going to choose just a few to display. I seriously could wallpaper her room, there are so many to choose from! Great problem to have, though. Which is your fav?

Obligatory FDOS pics...

...but still pretty cute.

Entryway Here I Come...

OK, I'm really pushing my man to release some moolah so I can decorate. My entryway has driven me crazy since move-in four years ago. I think it's time that something got done. Right? Here's what I want to do.
Replace the chandelier,

tile my art niche,

replace my front door,

get some art,


Of course, this is all best case scenario. But anything would be better than what I have now. Which is this:


I'm sorry. Did I blind you with the sparseness? I'll post pictures once I get finished. I know I always promise that and never deliver, but this time I mean it! Speaking of...
This is the bookcase that we got from Wisteria.


Here are the lamps.


Small table.


I rearranged my ledge in my bathroom.



And the ledge above the stairs.


Here's what I sewed while watching Miss Pettigrew-the back pillows for my oldest's bed.


And another project I finally finished-a valance for my oldest's room.


Shwew. I didn't realize how behind I was in taking pictures. Or how much I'd done around the house. Go me! I knew I hadn't been lazy this summer.

My Boyfriend

Here's a picture of my new boyfriend. Silver! I'm so proud!
Way to go, Jonathan!


Okay, time for another pretty movie, I think. How bout you? Well, actually, you don't get a vote.

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day came out today on DVD. I ran out and bought myself a copy. I loved this movie in the theater, and really wanted to sew today, so instead of renting, I just bought it. That's my new thing. Buying instead of renting. Yes, I know, total waste of money. But it's my money, so there. Plus, as Rochelle taught me, I love doing laundry to beautiful movies. Plus, obviously sewing. OK, enough rambling, onto the prettiness.

Look at this bedroom. To die for!



Gold wallpaper. Just, wow!



See the tile? I'm going to do something like this in my house somewhere, sometime. Just you wait. (Boy, I'm testy today! Wonder why? Hm.)


Wanna live here? Yeah, me too.


The Savoy. Yummy! Katri, let's stay here, next time!


The piece de resistance! I want a room with feathers hanging from the ceiling.




Lee Pace! I was actually totally bummed when I found out that his English accent was fake! Waaaaahhhhh! He's sooo much sexier with it. No? Just like this guy.

If you don't know who this is, run out and rent The Forsyte Saga right now. Not, Fantastic Four, where he doesn't have an accent. Well, he does, but it's American, so it doesn't count. OK, this blog is getting out of hand. It's suppose to be about pretty rooms, not pretty men. But I can't help myself. I blame it on the Excedrin.

OK, so in conclusion:

Yippee, Jonathan!

Pretty Pettigrew.

No.

Yes.

Sigh.