What makes a house a home?
Is it the little knick knacks collected over the years or the candid family photos scattered around? Is those small creature comforts that make life a little simpler or those special items passed down the generations? Is it faultless presentation and attention to detail or a space that is spotlessly clean?
My method of styling is based upon the principle that a house should be a retreat from the world. A sanctuary with a peaceful atmosphere. This is my definition of a home.
Whether it be cluttered to the point of hoarding, or minimilist to the extreme, one should surround ones self with items that bring joy. Whether it be pretty candle holders, whimsical nightwear, or my pets, surrounding myself with beautiful things make me happy.
What do you consider as essential to make a house, a home?
Monday 5 September 2011
Monday 29 August 2011
From My Heart to Yours...
In my wonderful adventures around our lovely city it has become increasingly clear as to how far the "throw away" mentality extends in our society.
I cannot deny this has not lead to my gain - with all the lovely light fittings, vintage suitcases, books - that have come into my possession.
It saddens me this attitude is beginning to extend to our animal friends as well. A quick peek at any rescue website or online classifieds will demonstrate how widespread this problem is. From animals that are abandoned when moving house, to people who fail to consider children in the process of adoption, to others who cannot be bothered putting in the effort into training and maintaining good behaviour. Click here to find an interesting article on this very issue.
Recently my significant other and I made the decision to foster animals that have been abused and abandoned while they are waiting to be re-homed. We currently have two feral female kittens in our care that have never known love, positive human contact, or enough to eat. It breaks my heart to think of how hard a start in life they have endured.
I understand that drastic changes in circumstance cannot be prevented. I also acknowledge there are animal lovers out there who are willing to put themselves out for the benefit of their pets.
However I beg you to consider the ramifications of owning an animal for 20+ years before buying one. I ask that you think before supporting backyard breeders. I plead with you to sterilise your pets - there are organisations out there that will help with the cost if you are financially unable to do so or who can refer you to a vet that does not grossly over-charge.
From my foster and forever furkids to your future ones.
I cannot deny this has not lead to my gain - with all the lovely light fittings, vintage suitcases, books - that have come into my possession.
It saddens me this attitude is beginning to extend to our animal friends as well. A quick peek at any rescue website or online classifieds will demonstrate how widespread this problem is. From animals that are abandoned when moving house, to people who fail to consider children in the process of adoption, to others who cannot be bothered putting in the effort into training and maintaining good behaviour. Click here to find an interesting article on this very issue.
Recently my significant other and I made the decision to foster animals that have been abused and abandoned while they are waiting to be re-homed. We currently have two feral female kittens in our care that have never known love, positive human contact, or enough to eat. It breaks my heart to think of how hard a start in life they have endured.
I understand that drastic changes in circumstance cannot be prevented. I also acknowledge there are animal lovers out there who are willing to put themselves out for the benefit of their pets.
However I beg you to consider the ramifications of owning an animal for 20+ years before buying one. I ask that you think before supporting backyard breeders. I plead with you to sterilise your pets - there are organisations out there that will help with the cost if you are financially unable to do so or who can refer you to a vet that does not grossly over-charge.
From my foster and forever furkids to your future ones.
I'm Baaaack!
Due to unending problems with V-fail, I have been unable to update my blog until now!
So please...check back soon for new and exciting posts :)
So please...check back soon for new and exciting posts :)
Tuesday 3 May 2011
The Big Spoon
A few months ago I stumbled upon this spoon in an op-shop:
Imagine my surprise when I turned it over to find it was solid silver!
The spoon is stamped with 'Italia' and 'Argento' (silver in Italian). Also the spoon is rather tarnished so the writing on the back is very difficult to see.
The best part? It only cost $2!
Needless to say I snapped it up immediately.
Imagine my surprise when I turned it over to find it was solid silver!
The spoon is stamped with 'Italia' and 'Argento' (silver in Italian). Also the spoon is rather tarnished so the writing on the back is very difficult to see.
The best part? It only cost $2!
Needless to say I snapped it up immediately.
Thursday 28 April 2011
Organise Me Please
I have spend the last few days deciding how best to organise the house and my collection of assorted treasures. The goal is to stay on top of the housework and not end up on an episode of Hoaders in the foreseeable future.
The plan of attack is:
*Have overhead cupboards installed in the kitchen with lovely glass doors so I can display my gorgeous china/crystal collections. Unfortunately having an open-plan house means there is no wall for a china cabinet to stand against however moving my beautiful collections into the kitchen will free up the...
*The linen closet! Yes this is packed full of china and not linen. The linen is sitting in the master bedroom wardrobe along with clothes everywhere but..
*We purchase two very basic and very boring chest of drawers (thanks to Fred for sorting this for me while I was at work the other day) for our walk-in wardrobe to replace our walk-on wardrobe. This will allow me to fold the massive washing pile sitting on the spare bed which means...
*The guest room gets a makeover! As I can move the guest items out of spare room two which will be turned into...
* A craft studio! Where I can finally tackle my growing list of projects that are sitting in garage which will allow me to...
*Clean the garage and park my car inside.
Exciting times ahead!
The plan of attack is:
*Have overhead cupboards installed in the kitchen with lovely glass doors so I can display my gorgeous china/crystal collections. Unfortunately having an open-plan house means there is no wall for a china cabinet to stand against however moving my beautiful collections into the kitchen will free up the...
*The linen closet! Yes this is packed full of china and not linen. The linen is sitting in the master bedroom wardrobe along with clothes everywhere but..
*We purchase two very basic and very boring chest of drawers (thanks to Fred for sorting this for me while I was at work the other day) for our walk-in wardrobe to replace our walk-on wardrobe. This will allow me to fold the massive washing pile sitting on the spare bed which means...
*The guest room gets a makeover! As I can move the guest items out of spare room two which will be turned into...
* A craft studio! Where I can finally tackle my growing list of projects that are sitting in garage which will allow me to...
*Clean the garage and park my car inside.
Exciting times ahead!
I Heart Vintage!
I have been so short on time that my favorite hobby (treasure hunting) has fallen by the wayside. A shame really as the last time I went (about three weeks ago) was a very successful trip.
Funnily enough I seem to attract light fittings. On this particular trip I found FIVE. Two chandeliers and three outdoor light fittings. Zia and I shared the chandeliers however I kept the coach lights as the colour and style match the frontage of our house perfectly:
This vintage fan was in good shape - albeit missing an electrical cord - but I had to have it. Besides Fred thinks it is easily fixed:
The gods of vintage were smiling on me this day as I found the most gorgeous hatbox in a front yard. Luckily it was dark when I grabbed this as I *shamefully* had to sneak to the back of the pile:
And for the most random item of all? A french puzzle!
Free and vintage and French? Yes please!
Funnily enough I seem to attract light fittings. On this particular trip I found FIVE. Two chandeliers and three outdoor light fittings. Zia and I shared the chandeliers however I kept the coach lights as the colour and style match the frontage of our house perfectly:
This vintage fan was in good shape - albeit missing an electrical cord - but I had to have it. Besides Fred thinks it is easily fixed:
The gods of vintage were smiling on me this day as I found the most gorgeous hatbox in a front yard. Luckily it was dark when I grabbed this as I *shamefully* had to sneak to the back of the pile:
And for the most random item of all? A french puzzle!
Free and vintage and French? Yes please!
Tuesday 19 April 2011
In Search of Perfection
If you happened to ask my significant other what he considers my most irritating quirk to be he would most certainly refer to my unfortunate habit of purchasing an item that I already own purely for the reason that the item is nicer/better/prettier than the one I own.
I will freely admit that I will purchase any household item purely for the reason that I find it pretty. Whether I need it or not. Usually it is not.
Hence the issue of multiples of the same items beginning to emerge.
My list of shame:
*Bedside tables twice over - the first ones required re-painting to match the bedhead I bought for the master bedroom. Then I decided I could not be bothered so I purchased the matching ones instead. The first set are currently sitting in the guest room and I intend to paint them to match the bed frame in there.
*Bedside lamps twice over - the first set were from Target. A local lighting place happened to have a sale and I saw ones I liked better. End of story. I fully intend to put the first set in the guest room.
*Mirrors - I found a beautiful mirror second hand. Then I found the same mirror second hand but in a cream colour frame instead of a bronze. The cream one is currently in the bedroom and the bronze in the entry way.
*Dinner sets - Every time I see a pretty pattern I have to buy it.
* Wall-mounted water fountains - I bought one that I liked but not a great deal because I wanted one inside. Then I saw another one that I fully intended to put outside. For all of five minutes anyway. Hell I had no intention to put it outside. I just told Fred I did.
*Placemats - God only knows why I have the strange compulsion to buy every pretty one I see. I own at least seven or eight sets.
*Birdcages (the decorative kind) - I LOVE birdcages. I bought one a year ago. Then I found a pair and bought those too because I felt these would suit the house more. I was right.
*Black cats - strictly not a household item but I felt sorry for Voltaire so I bought him a playmate.
*Candles - as far as I am concerned there can never be too many!
*Candle holders - I believe Fred asked me to promise him I would not buy any more at one stage. My bad for breaking that after all of five minutes.
My motto is that if it's not perfect it's not worth having. Therefore how can I be blamed for buying things that would look even better than the old ones?
I will freely admit that I will purchase any household item purely for the reason that I find it pretty. Whether I need it or not. Usually it is not.
Hence the issue of multiples of the same items beginning to emerge.
My list of shame:
*Bedside tables twice over - the first ones required re-painting to match the bedhead I bought for the master bedroom. Then I decided I could not be bothered so I purchased the matching ones instead. The first set are currently sitting in the guest room and I intend to paint them to match the bed frame in there.
*Bedside lamps twice over - the first set were from Target. A local lighting place happened to have a sale and I saw ones I liked better. End of story. I fully intend to put the first set in the guest room.
*Mirrors - I found a beautiful mirror second hand. Then I found the same mirror second hand but in a cream colour frame instead of a bronze. The cream one is currently in the bedroom and the bronze in the entry way.
*Dinner sets - Every time I see a pretty pattern I have to buy it.
* Wall-mounted water fountains - I bought one that I liked but not a great deal because I wanted one inside. Then I saw another one that I fully intended to put outside. For all of five minutes anyway. Hell I had no intention to put it outside. I just told Fred I did.
*Placemats - God only knows why I have the strange compulsion to buy every pretty one I see. I own at least seven or eight sets.
*Birdcages (the decorative kind) - I LOVE birdcages. I bought one a year ago. Then I found a pair and bought those too because I felt these would suit the house more. I was right.
*Black cats - strictly not a household item but I felt sorry for Voltaire so I bought him a playmate.
*Candles - as far as I am concerned there can never be too many!
*Candle holders - I believe Fred asked me to promise him I would not buy any more at one stage. My bad for breaking that after all of five minutes.
My motto is that if it's not perfect it's not worth having. Therefore how can I be blamed for buying things that would look even better than the old ones?
Sunday 17 April 2011
Prune Challenge
The boys have decided to re-try what they have termed the 'Prune Challenge' where Fred, Mike, and Glen have all consumed about a kilo of prunes each.
The trip to Spud Shed involved the five of us crammed in a medium sized car, numerous games of corners, a couple of late night calls, a decent amount of booze, and much sober eye-rolling from myself and my sister.
Throw into the mix a very ill kitten and it's just another random Saturday night at my house...
The trip to Spud Shed involved the five of us crammed in a medium sized car, numerous games of corners, a couple of late night calls, a decent amount of booze, and much sober eye-rolling from myself and my sister.
Throw into the mix a very ill kitten and it's just another random Saturday night at my house...
Wednesday 13 April 2011
I Believe in Signs
A couple of months ago my beloved nonno passed away.
The week after he passed I came across two gorgeous items that left me with a powerful impression of his presence and bought a tear to my eye as I recalled the memories I had of him.
I found this barrel at a vintage market:
My Nonno was an avid wine maker. His wine was potent enough to fuel a car yet was delicious. Very surprisingly it not leave any ill effects afterwards. I have two bottles of his lovely wine that I cannot, as yet, bear to drink.
These espresso cups and sugar bowl I found at an op-shop:
I always enjoying having an espresso with my Nonno. The unusual pattern and the combination of metal and ceramic also caught my eye. When I turned them over to look for a price I discovered the saucers, the decorative handles, and the lid of the sugar bowl are Stirling Silver! And that they were made in Italy. Oh and by the way, the set of six plus the matching bowl was a measly $15! For Stirling Silver!
Think what you may but I like to think that these gorgeous things were a sign from him to let me know he is ok and finally at peace.
The week after he passed I came across two gorgeous items that left me with a powerful impression of his presence and bought a tear to my eye as I recalled the memories I had of him.
I found this barrel at a vintage market:
My Nonno was an avid wine maker. His wine was potent enough to fuel a car yet was delicious. Very surprisingly it not leave any ill effects afterwards. I have two bottles of his lovely wine that I cannot, as yet, bear to drink.
These espresso cups and sugar bowl I found at an op-shop:
I always enjoying having an espresso with my Nonno. The unusual pattern and the combination of metal and ceramic also caught my eye. When I turned them over to look for a price I discovered the saucers, the decorative handles, and the lid of the sugar bowl are Stirling Silver! And that they were made in Italy. Oh and by the way, the set of six plus the matching bowl was a measly $15! For Stirling Silver!
Think what you may but I like to think that these gorgeous things were a sign from him to let me know he is ok and finally at peace.
Pretty, Please!!! (Updated)
Pretty things make me happy.
I believe practical and pretty can happily co-exist. I cannot fathom why any item has to be purely functional.
Surely I am not the only person who thinks this?
I found these lovely cups and saucers while op-shopping with Zia a few months ago:
At the moment this set is in storage until I find a china/display cabinet I like. I did purchase these with every intent to use them as, well, why shouldn't I feel like a queen sipping my tea from a gorgeous cup?
And to complete the experience a delicious macaroon from this pretty cookbook would suffice:
I purchased this a few months ago after searching high and low for months. Sadly there was an unfortunate incident involving Fred, the book, and water. I was rather upset to say the least but life moves on and I forgot about it. A few days ago a package appeared in my mailbox with this message:
Fred found the same book online, had it gift wrapped and sent to me to replace the wrecked (albeit the damage was superficial) copy.
Love is a pretty thing indeed.
I believe practical and pretty can happily co-exist. I cannot fathom why any item has to be purely functional.
Surely I am not the only person who thinks this?
I found these lovely cups and saucers while op-shopping with Zia a few months ago:
At the moment this set is in storage until I find a china/display cabinet I like. I did purchase these with every intent to use them as, well, why shouldn't I feel like a queen sipping my tea from a gorgeous cup?
And to complete the experience a delicious macaroon from this pretty cookbook would suffice:
I purchased this a few months ago after searching high and low for months. Sadly there was an unfortunate incident involving Fred, the book, and water. I was rather upset to say the least but life moves on and I forgot about it. A few days ago a package appeared in my mailbox with this message:
Fred found the same book online, had it gift wrapped and sent to me to replace the wrecked (albeit the damage was superficial) copy.
Love is a pretty thing indeed.
Sunday 10 April 2011
An Ode to Tables
I love tables.
In fact, I like any surface that can be used as a table. Yet another reason why I love vintage suitcases - see Vintage Luggage: A Curious Obsession
Why the overwhelming love for tables? I would hazard a guess it is due to the fact that I have so many objects d'art (or dust collectors or stuff or crap - whichever takes your fancy) to display. And an elevated flat surface is an efficient way to do so.
This table was a freebie find that happened to cross my path a couple of months ago:
The door knobs were missing however a quick trip to the local hardware store was enough to remedy the situation. It is rather study and seems to be a few years old. The paint work is battered however it leads the table a shabby charm so I decided to leave it as is. It is currently sitting in the entry way.
This side table was another recycled freebie:
As far as I can ascertain it is at least twenty to thirty years old and made very well. No chipboard or MDF here! The paint work is almost pristine and the door knobs (surprisingly) were still attached.
Who says that side tables are only for the bedroom?
I like to think these side tables were presents from the recycling fairies or some good karma had I due my way from doing my best to re-use, re-vamp, and recycle.
There is, of course, a LOT of new things in our home. I will post about them as the house becomes more finished.
In fact, I like any surface that can be used as a table. Yet another reason why I love vintage suitcases - see Vintage Luggage: A Curious Obsession
Why the overwhelming love for tables? I would hazard a guess it is due to the fact that I have so many objects d'art (or dust collectors or stuff or crap - whichever takes your fancy) to display. And an elevated flat surface is an efficient way to do so.
This table was a freebie find that happened to cross my path a couple of months ago:
The door knobs were missing however a quick trip to the local hardware store was enough to remedy the situation. It is rather study and seems to be a few years old. The paint work is battered however it leads the table a shabby charm so I decided to leave it as is. It is currently sitting in the entry way.
This side table was another recycled freebie:
As far as I can ascertain it is at least twenty to thirty years old and made very well. No chipboard or MDF here! The paint work is almost pristine and the door knobs (surprisingly) were still attached.
Who says that side tables are only for the bedroom?
I like to think these side tables were presents from the recycling fairies or some good karma had I due my way from doing my best to re-use, re-vamp, and recycle.
There is, of course, a LOT of new things in our home. I will post about them as the house becomes more finished.
Thursday 7 April 2011
Can I Borrow Your Cleaning Fairy?
House Cleaning.
One of the very few things that puts the fear of God into me - amongst spiders, moths, and my Nonna coming to visit.
I am not a filthy person. Untidy at times I will admit. I am a very house proud person and cannot bear the idea of anyone entering my home when not in a pristine state. I find it distressing to have my house judged and score poorly.
I am happy to scrub, vacuum, do the washing, etc but at the moment I cannot seem to get on top of the every day things like putting away the clean dishes and putting away the clean washing. Possibly this is due to a lack of motivation and pure exhaustion.
I have been tossing around the idea of hiring a cleaner. Temporarily. Until I can get myself organised and into a routine that works for me and Fred (which I am not having much success with at this point).
A waste of money? Maybe. Potentially encouraging laziness? You could say that. Do I care what snide comments people may (and will) say? Honestly...not all that much.
One of the very few things that puts the fear of God into me - amongst spiders, moths, and my Nonna coming to visit.
I am not a filthy person. Untidy at times I will admit. I am a very house proud person and cannot bear the idea of anyone entering my home when not in a pristine state. I find it distressing to have my house judged and score poorly.
I am happy to scrub, vacuum, do the washing, etc but at the moment I cannot seem to get on top of the every day things like putting away the clean dishes and putting away the clean washing. Possibly this is due to a lack of motivation and pure exhaustion.
I have been tossing around the idea of hiring a cleaner. Temporarily. Until I can get myself organised and into a routine that works for me and Fred (which I am not having much success with at this point).
A waste of money? Maybe. Potentially encouraging laziness? You could say that. Do I care what snide comments people may (and will) say? Honestly...not all that much.
Wednesday 6 April 2011
Electrical Cords Styling?
Whilst thumbing through the April issue of House & Garden I was astonished to see - the bane of my existence - an electrical cord!
Check out the link here (slide 5 of 7).
The photo in the magazine shows the cord gracefully trailing to the floor ending in an elegant tangle with the plug sitting on its side.I love the idea that an ugly necessity such as a cord has been displayed so artfully. Unfortunately for myself and others it is very impractical.
Since my post Damn Electrical Cords I have compiled a list of ideas on how to hide them:
* Change the cords to while or a cream colour. This could potentially be pricey (if hiring an electrician) and/or life-threatening (if attempting a home job). Too much hassle either way as far as I am concerned.
* Artfully place objects in front of the cords as much as possible - I have tried to do this but I still find them very obtrusive and frustrating.
* Attach the cords against the wall and paint them the same colour as the wall to blend them in. Placing objects in front will distract the eye. In my opinion this is the most workable option this will only work with electrical items that will not need to be moved.
* Re-arrange the furniture - There are only so many ways couches and lamps and end tables can be displayed.
Not much of a list I agree. Until inspiration hits again...
Check out the link here (slide 5 of 7).
The photo in the magazine shows the cord gracefully trailing to the floor ending in an elegant tangle with the plug sitting on its side.I love the idea that an ugly necessity such as a cord has been displayed so artfully. Unfortunately for myself and others it is very impractical.
Since my post Damn Electrical Cords I have compiled a list of ideas on how to hide them:
* Change the cords to while or a cream colour. This could potentially be pricey (if hiring an electrician) and/or life-threatening (if attempting a home job). Too much hassle either way as far as I am concerned.
* Artfully place objects in front of the cords as much as possible - I have tried to do this but I still find them very obtrusive and frustrating.
* Attach the cords against the wall and paint them the same colour as the wall to blend them in. Placing objects in front will distract the eye. In my opinion this is the most workable option this will only work with electrical items that will not need to be moved.
* Re-arrange the furniture - There are only so many ways couches and lamps and end tables can be displayed.
Not much of a list I agree. Until inspiration hits again...
Crappy Internet Access
Please be advised I am having massive internet connectivity issues so I may be unable to post every day.
I will continue to keep trying so please watch this space!!!!
I will continue to keep trying so please watch this space!!!!
Sunday 3 April 2011
Handcrafted but not forgotten...
Browsing through markets, op-shops, and the like it disheartens me to see handcrafted items jumbled together without a thought for the care and effort that went into the making.
While I have absolutely no need for it...I felt guilty walking away. It has been sitting in my pantry for over a month as I had nowhere to store it. The little strainer I found at the same place however I had absolutely no idea I had purchased it until I photographed the server (I found it inside).
I found this little platter at yet another op-shop:
Strange how the pattern is very similar yet it is cute nonetheless!
This decorative plate was pointed out to me by my mum (Hi mum!) in another op-shop a few months ago:
I am so blessed to have such creativity in my family. Maybe the appreciation of something "handcrafted" is so deeply ingrained into me that I cannot help but feel sad the blood, sweat, and tears that went into the making of something can be so carelessly forgotten.
For some reason unbeknownst to me I find it especially saddening to see pretty stoneware languishing on the shelf. This leads to a compulsion to buy it. Which leads to the item languishing in my linen cupboard that is currently moonlighting as a china cabinet.
This recently caught my eye at an op-shop:
I found this little platter at yet another op-shop:
Strange how the pattern is very similar yet it is cute nonetheless!
This decorative plate was pointed out to me by my mum (Hi mum!) in another op-shop a few months ago:
Funnily enough I found the exact same plate in a different colour for sale in a homewares store for ten times the price. I also have this stored away for the time being until I can find a place to display it.
At this moment I cannot think of anything handcrafted that I have purchased new. However I have an amazing amount of items that have been made especially for me.
I have some beautiful pieces of furniture made by my Nonno. I have amazing doilies and jumpers created by my Nonna. My mum has made countless crafts over the years for me and my sister. I also have some adorable knitted slippers and a very chic beret knitted by Patrizia. I have shawls knitted by another Aunt. I have toys that my sister made for me whilst she was still at school. Hell even my cats get into the act with making what they make (although that is not nearly as appreciated).
I am so blessed to have such creativity in my family. Maybe the appreciation of something "handcrafted" is so deeply ingrained into me that I cannot help but feel sad the blood, sweat, and tears that went into the making of something can be so carelessly forgotten.
Dedicated to Mike
After an eventful day of curb crawling, lunching, and the like I arrived home very tired and ready for bed.
But no such luck.
Twenty minutes after I get home (eleven p.m.) the door bell rings. Who should I find on my door step but my sister, her husband, and a mutual friend of ours - Mike (check out his blog here)
After a few mintues of drinking, relaxing and laughing Mike decided he wanted to visit the mecca of cheap 24-hour grocery shopping - Spud Shed - for a kilo of prunes. And off we went.
A kilo of prunes consumed during the car trip home and a few minutes later, I currently have two very relaxed boys on the couch about to fall asleep.
As long as the effects don't hit whilst they are here...
But no such luck.
Twenty minutes after I get home (eleven p.m.) the door bell rings. Who should I find on my door step but my sister, her husband, and a mutual friend of ours - Mike (check out his blog here)
After a few mintues of drinking, relaxing and laughing Mike decided he wanted to visit the mecca of cheap 24-hour grocery shopping - Spud Shed - for a kilo of prunes. And off we went.
A kilo of prunes consumed during the car trip home and a few minutes later, I currently have two very relaxed boys on the couch about to fall asleep.
As long as the effects don't hit whilst they are here...
Wednesday 30 March 2011
Picture This
It has been said that one's obssession with a country/era is linked to a past life. Thus I like to think I was a personage of importance in France in a prior incarnation on this earth.
In all seriousness I cannot explain my passionate obssession for anything French. French movies, french music, french names for my cat, old french books, french writing on objects that are not even remotely french...all are fair game and justifiable purchases (in my head anyway).
Possibly the seeds were sown when I watched the movie Amelie for the first time (my all-time favorite that I could watch over and over). Maybe it was the discovery of a little shop (that has since closed down - I am still devastated to this day) in a tiny country town filled with objects d'art that called to my soul and filled me with happiness. Or it could have been an Yves Saint Laurant advertisment I saw in Australian Vogue many moons ago of a model posing in garden at night the Eiffel Tower brilliantly lit in the background. My absolute dream would be to elope in Paris or somewhere picturesque in the French countryside. I can only hope this wish will be granted one day.
Until that happy day arrives I will have to comfort myself with looking at the lovely vintage prints of Paris I ordered from Vintage Venus a couple of weeks back to decorate the bare walls of our home.
It has been difficult to find art work to decorate the home. As I have dabbled in painting in the past I wanted to do some of my own rather than buying just another abstract oil painting or a mass-produced canvas that screams tackiness. So I decided to order a few posters. The print quality is fantastic and the package arrived within a week. The search is now on for the perfect picture frames to complement the lovely posters.
Another idea I had was to cover a canvas with this amazing vintage wall paper my Aunt Patrizia and I found on our travels (read: curbside) a couple of months back:
The alternative is to display this in a frame but finding a frame to complement the print will be difficult.
Other ideas to decorate blank walls?
*Cover a canvas or use a complementing frame to display a lovely piece of fabric
*Paint a canvas in a complimentary colour and arrange wall decals over the top for a cute piece that can be moved at will
* Vintage plate display - these are easy to find at the local op shop for couple of dollars a piece
* Print any one of the million free pictures off the internet and frame it
* Frame some cute postcards
* An interesting display of mirrors/clocks/wall sconces would make a pretty focal point
* A gorgeous piece of clothing can look nice hanging on the wall from a nice hook - I have a lovely handmade vintage nightie in the bedroom near my improvised dressing table. Catching a glimpse of it brings me far more joy than wearing it.
* Water features look amazingly dramatic and the sound of running water is surprisingly relaxing
The next step for me? Learning to use a drill...
In all seriousness I cannot explain my passionate obssession for anything French. French movies, french music, french names for my cat, old french books, french writing on objects that are not even remotely french...all are fair game and justifiable purchases (in my head anyway).
Possibly the seeds were sown when I watched the movie Amelie for the first time (my all-time favorite that I could watch over and over). Maybe it was the discovery of a little shop (that has since closed down - I am still devastated to this day) in a tiny country town filled with objects d'art that called to my soul and filled me with happiness. Or it could have been an Yves Saint Laurant advertisment I saw in Australian Vogue many moons ago of a model posing in garden at night the Eiffel Tower brilliantly lit in the background. My absolute dream would be to elope in Paris or somewhere picturesque in the French countryside. I can only hope this wish will be granted one day.
Until that happy day arrives I will have to comfort myself with looking at the lovely vintage prints of Paris I ordered from Vintage Venus a couple of weeks back to decorate the bare walls of our home.
It has been difficult to find art work to decorate the home. As I have dabbled in painting in the past I wanted to do some of my own rather than buying just another abstract oil painting or a mass-produced canvas that screams tackiness. So I decided to order a few posters. The print quality is fantastic and the package arrived within a week. The search is now on for the perfect picture frames to complement the lovely posters.
Another idea I had was to cover a canvas with this amazing vintage wall paper my Aunt Patrizia and I found on our travels (read: curbside) a couple of months back:
The alternative is to display this in a frame but finding a frame to complement the print will be difficult.
Other ideas to decorate blank walls?
*Cover a canvas or use a complementing frame to display a lovely piece of fabric
*Paint a canvas in a complimentary colour and arrange wall decals over the top for a cute piece that can be moved at will
* Vintage plate display - these are easy to find at the local op shop for couple of dollars a piece
* Print any one of the million free pictures off the internet and frame it
* Frame some cute postcards
* An interesting display of mirrors/clocks/wall sconces would make a pretty focal point
* A gorgeous piece of clothing can look nice hanging on the wall from a nice hook - I have a lovely handmade vintage nightie in the bedroom near my improvised dressing table. Catching a glimpse of it brings me far more joy than wearing it.
* Water features look amazingly dramatic and the sound of running water is surprisingly relaxing
The next step for me? Learning to use a drill...
Tuesday 29 March 2011
Beware of the Black Cat(s)
I would like to formally introduce my beautiful kitties to the land of blog.
My darling Voltaire:
The adorable Spider-cat:
Spider-cat is the cheekiest, smartest, most inquisitive kitten I have ever met. He is approximately eight months old. He is so affectionate that he will wake me up at all hours of the night trying to rub his head on my face while purring in my ear. He has taught hinself to fetch. He also used this as a ladder to get up onto the bench from the day we bought him home:
(He was too little to jump so high at the time - bless!)
Fred has put him on the ceiling and sang the Spider-pig song from the Simpsons movie. Except, of course, it has been changed to cat.
Both of my furry babies were dumped and we adopted them both from the same local vet clinic. Voltaire was an older kitten when found and as such no one wanted him which broke my heart.
Spider-cat was found in a local park winter last year. He was little more than four weeks old.
Black cats are the hardest to re-home as many people seem to think they are unlucky. A shame really as black cats have the sweetest natures and are really very clever.
May I say how sickened I am by the heartless cruelty perpetrated by humankind towards animals. On the bright side they now have a happy comfortable home with almost every whim catered to and lots of love and affection.
From the albeit crappy quality photos I have posted it is easy to see that the colour scheme of the house is neutral. Big mistake. Black cats and pale colour schemes do NOT go together so well. Especially at coat-shedding time:
(One of the decorative cushions from the master bedroom)
I wouldn't have it any other way.
My darling Voltaire:
Voltaire is a sweet natured, placid cat who is approximately one year old. He is very affectionate and well-behaved. He has been recenly diagnosed with IBD and it has been a long arduous journey to find out what is causing the problem and how to best treat it.
The adorable Spider-cat:
Spider-cat is the cheekiest, smartest, most inquisitive kitten I have ever met. He is approximately eight months old. He is so affectionate that he will wake me up at all hours of the night trying to rub his head on my face while purring in my ear. He has taught hinself to fetch. He also used this as a ladder to get up onto the bench from the day we bought him home:
(He was too little to jump so high at the time - bless!)
Fred has put him on the ceiling and sang the Spider-pig song from the Simpsons movie. Except, of course, it has been changed to cat.
Both of my furry babies were dumped and we adopted them both from the same local vet clinic. Voltaire was an older kitten when found and as such no one wanted him which broke my heart.
Spider-cat was found in a local park winter last year. He was little more than four weeks old.
Black cats are the hardest to re-home as many people seem to think they are unlucky. A shame really as black cats have the sweetest natures and are really very clever.
May I say how sickened I am by the heartless cruelty perpetrated by humankind towards animals. On the bright side they now have a happy comfortable home with almost every whim catered to and lots of love and affection.
From the albeit crappy quality photos I have posted it is easy to see that the colour scheme of the house is neutral. Big mistake. Black cats and pale colour schemes do NOT go together so well. Especially at coat-shedding time:
(One of the decorative cushions from the master bedroom)
I wouldn't have it any other way.
For the Love of Books
As hinted in the title of this post it is safe to say that I love books.
My kitties seem to love books as much as I do - as evidenced by the chewed corners decorating some of my collection:
I like to display my books rather than hide them away on a shelf. Or in my case, shelves. Knowing that I own some amazing and unsual books brings me great pleasure. Looking at my lovely books makes me happy. Thus I try to match the type of book with the room.
I have worked my old French books into a display in the living room:
(Please excuse the electrical cords)
Coffee table books on my makeshift coffee table (remember my vintage suitcases?):
The top of the suitcase is badly buckled from water damage. I needed to find something that would hide it yet still show the vintage beauty of the suitcases.
To date I have only seen one article on how to decorate with books. This is in the current issue of H&G and it was not helpful at all. It was rather misleading I felt as it focused more on adding some flair to bookshelves rather than displaying the books themselves.
While this may not be the traditional way to decorate I firmly believe if it looks good and suits the asthetic...why not?
Oh and my favorite author of all time? L M Montgomery.
Monday 28 March 2011
The Three R's
I am a firm believer in recycling, reusing, and re-purposing.
Admittedly I am almost obsessive about sorting out the garbage to ensure every single item that can possibly be recycled, is. Lecturing (for lack of a better word) those who mix up the rubbish in my specially purchased dual bin has been known to happen in this household.
Therefore it never ceases to amaze me how wasteful people can be! No matter though as wastefulness/lack of creativity/laziness = my gain. And what a spectacular gain it has been! Especially where the ceilings of my home are concerned.
This lovely light fixure is presiding over the entry way:
This amazing one is awaiting installation over the dining table:
(I have been debating whether or not to paint the gold to match the one in the entry way.)
Recycled? Tick! Re-used? Tick! Suits my style asthetic? Tick! The added bonus? I did not pay a cent courtesy of the local curbside collection!
It takes a healthy dose of courage. A willingness to follow some simple ettiquette. A keen eye. The ability to see items not for what they are but what they can be. Most importantly, a sense of humor, wet wipes/anti-bacterial gel and a down to earth companion.
There are many out there who will laugh and make snide comments. However I smile, nod, and comfort myself with the thought that I have awesome stuff and they haven't. I am serene in the knowledge I am upholding my personal values.
And that, in my humble opinion, is well worth the fleeting embarrassment.
Admittedly I am almost obsessive about sorting out the garbage to ensure every single item that can possibly be recycled, is. Lecturing (for lack of a better word) those who mix up the rubbish in my specially purchased dual bin has been known to happen in this household.
Therefore it never ceases to amaze me how wasteful people can be! No matter though as wastefulness/lack of creativity/laziness = my gain. And what a spectacular gain it has been! Especially where the ceilings of my home are concerned.
This lovely light fixure is presiding over the entry way:
This amazing one is awaiting installation over the dining table:
(I have been debating whether or not to paint the gold to match the one in the entry way.)
Recycled? Tick! Re-used? Tick! Suits my style asthetic? Tick! The added bonus? I did not pay a cent courtesy of the local curbside collection!
It takes a healthy dose of courage. A willingness to follow some simple ettiquette. A keen eye. The ability to see items not for what they are but what they can be. Most importantly, a sense of humor, wet wipes/anti-bacterial gel and a down to earth companion.
There are many out there who will laugh and make snide comments. However I smile, nod, and comfort myself with the thought that I have awesome stuff and they haven't. I am serene in the knowledge I am upholding my personal values.
And that, in my humble opinion, is well worth the fleeting embarrassment.
Friday 25 March 2011
Damn Electrical Cords
Nothing irks me more than seeing a beautifully decorated room with electrical cords in plain view.
Have you ever noticed in interior styling programs/magazines/etc cords seem to magically disappear? Floor lamps are lit from within. Wall mounted flat screens truly do appear to be a modern art work strategically placed in a home theatre. Kitchen appliances are powered seemingly by air.
After being inspired by the successful foraging of the overnight case (more about the actual who/what/how/when/where/why at a later date) I decided to spend my day yesterday re-styling the open plan living and dining area in my home. I like to fiddle with my treasures until they are displayed just so - a process that can take weeks.
I finally put together these two gorgeous floor lamps I purchased a couple of weeks ago:
They look stunning and match my style perfectly - until one looks at the floor to see the stupid BLACK electrical cords running against the wall to the nearest powerpoint. The floors are an off-white colour tile so the contrast is so obvious I cannot bear to look in that general direction.
And this lovely fiberglasss water feature I purchased with my long suffering finace Fred originally intended for the garden?
My intention was to relocate to the wall between the dining and living room windows. Until I realised that my only options to display this are either some sort of pedestal (hidden electrical cord) or on the wall (visible BLACK cord). Neither option really appeals.
So until I find a viable solution my hatred of electrical cords is doomed to increase tenfold daily.
(Please note better photos will be posted as soon as I get my new digital camera)
Have you ever noticed in interior styling programs/magazines/etc cords seem to magically disappear? Floor lamps are lit from within. Wall mounted flat screens truly do appear to be a modern art work strategically placed in a home theatre. Kitchen appliances are powered seemingly by air.
After being inspired by the successful foraging of the overnight case (more about the actual who/what/how/when/where/why at a later date) I decided to spend my day yesterday re-styling the open plan living and dining area in my home. I like to fiddle with my treasures until they are displayed just so - a process that can take weeks.
I finally put together these two gorgeous floor lamps I purchased a couple of weeks ago:
They look stunning and match my style perfectly - until one looks at the floor to see the stupid BLACK electrical cords running against the wall to the nearest powerpoint. The floors are an off-white colour tile so the contrast is so obvious I cannot bear to look in that general direction.
And this lovely fiberglasss water feature I purchased with my long suffering finace Fred originally intended for the garden?
My intention was to relocate to the wall between the dining and living room windows. Until I realised that my only options to display this are either some sort of pedestal (hidden electrical cord) or on the wall (visible BLACK cord). Neither option really appeals.
So until I find a viable solution my hatred of electrical cords is doomed to increase tenfold daily.
(Please note better photos will be posted as soon as I get my new digital camera)
Thursday 24 March 2011
Vintage Luggage: A Curious Obsession
I have a confession to make. I adore vintage luggage. I love the look. I love the feel. I love the whiff of far flung adventure and the musty odor of a life well lived. And not just any vintage luggage will do. It has to be the old sturdy cardboard suitcase that all seem to have the varying shades of the same green pattern.
At the moment I have three suitcases in different sizes. The largest I found in a dingy second hand store with no EFTPOS facilitlies. I had to borrow the measly $10 from my sister because I was desperate to have it.
The medium sized one belonged to my fiance's late father. It came out to Australia many years ago when his family immigrated here. We found this in his mothers shed being used to store old wire coathangers. And I loved the idea of using this family heirloom (of sorts) as decoration in our home. This was the first in the collection (and the start of my obsession).
The smallest suitcase is more of an overnight one. It is square rather than rectangle like the others. I found this yesterday on the side of the road awaiting the council pick up. Why anyone would throw this out I will never know! Especially when I have seen similiar for sale at the local vintage markets for the pricey sum of $50!!!
Strangely enough I detest flying and I will freely admit to being a neurotic traveller. I love the idea of exploring what the world has to offer. However take me out of my comfort zone and I tend to freak! But there is something about vintage luggage that makes me sad. Is it the idea that most of these suitcases have been tossed in a corner well forgotten? Or that the previous owners are no longer around to tell the amazing stories?
At the moment I have three suitcases in different sizes. The largest I found in a dingy second hand store with no EFTPOS facilitlies. I had to borrow the measly $10 from my sister because I was desperate to have it.
The medium sized one belonged to my fiance's late father. It came out to Australia many years ago when his family immigrated here. We found this in his mothers shed being used to store old wire coathangers. And I loved the idea of using this family heirloom (of sorts) as decoration in our home. This was the first in the collection (and the start of my obsession).
The smallest suitcase is more of an overnight one. It is square rather than rectangle like the others. I found this yesterday on the side of the road awaiting the council pick up. Why anyone would throw this out I will never know! Especially when I have seen similiar for sale at the local vintage markets for the pricey sum of $50!!!
Strangely enough I detest flying and I will freely admit to being a neurotic traveller. I love the idea of exploring what the world has to offer. However take me out of my comfort zone and I tend to freak! But there is something about vintage luggage that makes me sad. Is it the idea that most of these suitcases have been tossed in a corner well forgotten? Or that the previous owners are no longer around to tell the amazing stories?
Saturday 5 March 2011
Salutations!
Welcome to my blog - a treasure trove of the beautiful and inspiring. Collecting the cute and quirky, revamping old into spectacular, styling on a budget, and loving all things French is what Le Papillon Parisien is about.
So sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Last but not least I would like dedicate this to my beloved grandfather who recently passed away. He will be remembered not only for his beautiful handcrafted pieces of furniture but his gentle soul.
So sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Last but not least I would like dedicate this to my beloved grandfather who recently passed away. He will be remembered not only for his beautiful handcrafted pieces of furniture but his gentle soul.
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