Since we’re on a home run here, I figured I would give some ‘in progress’ shots of our Casa Del Gato (lovingly named to represent the true lord’s of this manor). As stated in our previous home tour here, our home was built in 1889 and originally housed a family of
elves cobblers. There is still much to do but after a few requests I thought I would give you cyber buddies a peek at what it’s like pre-design execution.
Here’s our dining nook as it looks now. I have big plans for this space, as seen here. Hey there ‘Tan-Land’, as N*Sync so perfectly put it, “I wanna see you out that door, baby bye bye bye. BYE BYE!” (cue hand puppet gesture as camera pans out)
Excuse the dust and dingy staircase, but as you can see this landing also doubles as a makeshift doggie daybed. The maid (read “I”) sometimes forgets to swiffer this spot. If only Harry Potter slept beneath these stairs…
I just got this Victorian Settee a few days ago from a sweet sweet lady with the most amazing collection of Victorian furnishings I have ever seen. Entering her home was like walking in to an Austen novel, needless to say we became fast friends. I had originally planned on reupholstering this settee in a rich jewel tone fabric, but this faded velvet is kind of growing on me…
And through the hall you have come to our living room. Unfortunately shotgun houses are known for loooooong hallways and broken up floor plans. We believe this was originally the living area and ‘shoe shop’. We’ve wondered at the two main entrances to our home, and it seems that when our home was built in 1889 it also operated as a cobbler’s studio and shop. The front of the home was likely the ‘public’ area while the back of the home operated as the ‘private’ living area. I like to imagine little shoe building elves prancing around in my living room by the fire’s glow. I highly doubt this was the case.
Here sits the guardian ‘cat herder in her usual spot of the house. I think she’s found just about every position you can lay on this sofa, it’s lent itself to a lot of napping and snuggling that is for sure.
So we all know that the three design building blocks are color, pattern, and texture. I may have taken these guidelines a bit past the ‘classy’ line in my home but I’ve got plenty of time to class it up peoples. You’re only young once, why not enjoy it.
Vintage cameras were kind of what started my vintage
hoarding collection. I fell in love with them, and in my late teens and early twenties kept acquiring and amassing my collection because they were small enough to pack with me as I would move from place to place. Now that I’ve settled in a bit, my collection has found a home and somewhat like mogwai at midnight they’ve found themselves some water and multiplied their number to amass an army full of vintage buddies.
Yup, Im a sucker for this pattern. I want it in a wallpaper so I can cover my whole house in it. It looks somewhat like the print the mad hatter would plaster his house in; or one that a vegas card shark would use in his kitschy bathroom, floor to ceiling.
I picked up this Ikea chandelier on my birthday shopping spree and spray painted this moulding my mom picked up at a yardsale to really make it pop. I love how it has a modern/victorian vibe, much like what I feel I would find in a Europan flat.
I’s a sucker for old beaten up luggage. All of these were roadside/dumpster finds during my Highlands dwelling days. When they passed a ‘No Curb Dumping’ law in the area my heart sank. At least I got these babies while the gettin’ was good!
These vintage stamps were a gift from Stephen’s mom, man I’m glad I married in to some good pickers! This rams head came from one of our favorite local digs, The Floyd Street Stock Exchange, held on the first Thursday of every month in Louisville, Ky. It is literally the most fun you will ever have at an auction. Free drinks, local food trucks, and awesome pieces at amazing prices. I almost don’t want to tell you about it because I want it all for myself. It is that good.
One fine day, in the land of Nawl’bany, Adrian decided that she could no longer live in her sad and barren Tan Land; so she set out on a quest for color. This quest led her to the kingdom of Home Depot, where she remembered the stories of old, when her mother had told het that “Color flows a’plenty on the isle of Oops Paint“. So, on a quest for treasure Adrian set her sails for said isle with high hopes of colorful riches. After a few misadventures, and some scrappy scavenging, Adrian found the holy grail of color. Behold, the Oops Paint wall, where gallon buckets are $10 and candy stripes are always in season.
King Tut was a gift from a friend, who at her yardsale proclaimed, “It’s all free, I’m tired of looking at it”. How could you ever tire of looking at this mug? Such a happy camper that Tut was, just brightens up any space ‘eh? I also snagged my gilded David bust (which oddly resembles my husband very closely), from the same generous friend. The Mid Century serving bowl was gifted to me by a close friend’s Mid Century loving mother, and the black milkglass glasses were thrifted at a local market. I snagged the glass lamp from Target, and the quirky cobalt leopard shade from Home Goods. This GEM of a table was another Floyd Street Stock Exchange find, and last but definitely not least this glorious orange Mid C swivel chair was purchased on my annual birthday thrifting extravaganza from Louisville’s Crazy Daisy Antique Mall. How bout them apples?
Here’s just a peek at my vintage bar cart, she’s still in progress but we’ve come a long was from the $3 yardsale find she once was. These numbered glasses have been a favorite find of mine, and this teak ice bucket was a score at an estate sale in one of my favorite neighborhoods.
So here’s a tiny snippet of my latest Goodwill find, this MASSIVE Carnival Glass lamp rocked my world. Just wait ’till I DIY the heck out’a this sucker, it’ll rock your world too!
A couple of years ago, during a very trying time in my life I took a turn towards writing. This seems to be the pattern for me, as writing always soothes my soul and helps me convey the masses of emotions toiling in and welling up inside me. This year for our anniversary my not the usual DIY’er hubby surprised me with this canvas quote. I quickly exclaimed, “I love it, who wrote that?” He sneered and said , “You don’t remember? You did!” He had gone back through my writings and found this snippet. What a keeper.