I saw this on Pinterest this morning and liked it a lot. It's painted by Julie from The Art for You in Russia. Print is only $19.
I saw this reclaimed wood piece, part of some machinery from a factory in Atholl, MA, at my studio. The creators of Silver Hippopotamus, who also work out of Mad Dog Studios, were selling it at their show, and this vision of organized circular needles came into my head, so I bought it. It's difficult to describe Silver Hippopotamus, but this sister team takes industrial machinery or junked out pieces of farm equipment, maybe an old tractor part of child's tobaggan, and sculpts them into a new life. A piece of lucite here or there, something rethought into a light fixture, legs added to make a table. It is more than upcyclling because they transform these abandoned "things" into something that imprints in one's brain after the show is over. This was the simplest of their pieces - one day I'll have to take some pictures and show you more.
My find was marketed as a colored pencil holder and I loved how that looked so I combined the needles and the pencils. Now, it sits in front of our fireplace, where kids grab colored pencils at whim (and actually put them back) and I have my circular needles organized by size (and sometimes I put them back, too.)
I just joined the studio - a haven of space and sun, with individual areas and a huge common room with floor to ceiling windows and a hammock. A hammock! Great for knitting, as you can imgaine. There are kilns and equipment for metalsmithing, easels and saws. Artists can have a 2 or 3 day per week membership or their own small studio and work in the common space at will.
Junior brought his sister a little bouquet of zinnia when we picked her up from the bus, her first time riding it. She is at a new school this year and has to take the bus a fair distance. Cute, this sibling stuff because within 2 minutes the bouquet was incorporated into the Dead Chicken game and everything went awry, which, is to say, became normal. Today will be spent at my studio and two new patterns will be released soon!
A while back I had lunch with a writer friend who lives at the very end of Ballygobackwards, as Husband would say. "What? She has to drive 4 miles to reach a store?!" Typical city kid. So good was the food I voluntarily ate cheese. It was served with crusty bread and tomatoes that defy all adjectives. The cheese just seemed at home on the plate and I ate it without reservation. I knew her husband grew the tomatoes but twenty varieties? He is tomato royalty and I had no idea. So, thank you Harold for growing them (and for stuffing so many Jerusalem artichockes into my larder.)
We then had vegetable stew and it practically melted the bowl, it was so good. I still can't believe she got me to eat cheese, though.
My new kitchen is coming along smashingly. I'm so glad I decided to do fake marble countertops and tile over the nasty backsplash. I painted over it first (below) but decided it wasn't a good enough fix. The kitchen seems open and bright now. I still have some finishing touches to do such as grouting the backsplash and sanding down the gloss on the countertops, painting a bit more cabinetry, reupholstering some chairs. I think you can see a small difference in the before and nearly after. The wallpaper on the end wall really pulls it together but you'll have to wait to see that!
I love this pink light. It is immeasurably difficult to find such a thing on this side of the puddle. I know: In between tracking the Malaysian Airlines second crash investigation I was looking for kitchen lights. You might remember after all these years that I have an absolute obsession with planes. All night long I read about it and looked for kitchen lights - no sleep. Now, there is another plane missing over Mali. Unbelievable times we live in - very stressful and it's difficult to believe the propaganda from any country.
Bedtime, however, was pretty fun, when you consider the kids I have. They're like little Penns and Tellers. Comments heard during a chaotic settling down of children who still insist on sharing one room divided by a curtain ("I can keep a better eye on him and his diabolical ways,") claims the one with the scenic view from her loft bed:
"We're going to Sephora tomorrow for FOUR HOURS." (daughter, taunting Junior)
"Yeah?" You'll have to get permission from my FIST first!" (Junior) - and 5 minutes later while the tough guy is getting snuggles:
"You'd better think very carefully before you lick my arm again." (Me - to you know who.)
I was beyond happy with Name Day which Bubbles and I celebrated last Friday. After watching the documentary, "Stolen", about this we went to the museum which contains her name, followed by dinner at My Restaurant. The food was delicious and the hostess presented me with my first ever personalized bag as we were leaving! When I paid they didn't even ask me which was my first vs. last name. That typically happens at least once a week.
In between, we managed to find parking on Newbury Street where I was led around to a giant Forever 21 and every store that dared put a rhinestone in the window. We found a mint green cat shaped shelf buried on a dusty clearance rack and had lunch at the Trident Cafe where we looked at books and magazines. No yarn stores this time...I was very good. In between caring for a severely hyperthyroid cat, a constantly streaking 7 year old and painting the countertops, it was a fun girl's day! Today, the stealth painting of the cabinets begins, as does the final layer for the countertops.
I just discovered I can use upholstery paint to change the color of my couch. Husband is on call, it's a beautiful day, the weeding can wait. The countertops are drying from coat #4 of Paint Over Your Ugly Laminate Paint...If Ce Ce Caldwell's paint is available in Rhode Island, it's going to be a mighty enjoyable day!
While working on my countertops (and oh boy, does the initial "sponging" look gross) I'm awaiting the arrival of wallpaper for the end wall in the kitchen, pictured above.
Currently, there are two basic schoolhouse ceiling lights. I must admit to being tempted to replace them with something like this from Dot & Bo. Right now, however, I'm getting ready to meet the RISD knitting bunch for breakfast in Providence. Then a trip to Boston with Bubbles who just turned 11. The "Boys" had a night out last night so the girls watched the movie, "Stolen" on the theft at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston (while painting countertops) , so now she wants to visit it. The two of us are heading up after breafast and then a trip to this restaurant which shares my first name. I'm hoping there is a special "Name" discount since I never run into anyone with the same moniker, and definitely never get personalized pencils or "Keep out of my bedroom!" signs when visiting high end gift shops at Disney World and such. They were raving about the restaurant on the radio the other day, despite it not being the type of cuisine to which I normally gravitate.