Pet Peeve

Does this look familiar?

It's my dining room rug. It looks eerily similar to this, no?

You can read the whole drama here, but long story short, the cat did it.

This time the dog is responsible. I'm not sure why she started to chew the dining room rug, but the damage is done. Bitter apple would be a day late and a dollar short. So, I'm stuck looking at this until I can save up for another rug. I love my pets, but this is getting ridiculous. I'm not sure you can tell from this photo, but she also started chewing on the baseboard on the left. Bad dog. Very, very, very bad dog. Sure, she looks somewhat remorseful. But that doesn't buy me a new rug. 

So, for now I'm just going to dream about a future rug. One that might look like this one from West Elm:

Or since I'm just dreaming here anyway, maybe I'll go for one of these Madeline Weinrib rugs . . .

 

There. I feel better already. Now I just need to get some bitter apple.

Any pet peeves in your life?

Sources: My Interior Life, West Elm, Madeline Weinrib Atelier

My Girl

Today my beautiful, darling daughter Margaret Grace turns eight.

I'll try not to get too sappy or sentimental. But how can I not, really? Just look at that face.

Meg has always been determined to do what she wants to do. Some call it headstrong, others just say stubborn. For instance, in this photo, despite our gentle prodding to pick a riper specimen, she picks the greenest pumpkin in the patch. She didn't want an orange one. However, it does contrast nicely with her orange romper. Too much more orange could have been a disaster. She is my daughter after all . . . color is of the utmost importance.

 

Forever inquisitive . . . 

Always full of energy, she was never much of a napper. I think she feared she might miss something important.

Her boundless energy often got her in trouble. Here she is sporting one of two casts she had between the ages of two and three . . . while I was pregnant with her baby brother. Notice the hair in her face. She refused to wear bows or headbands. Always the non-conformist!

Unless the headband was part of a costume. And speaking of her baby brother Pierce, Meg is an excellent big sister. Always keeping tabs on him (even when he'd prefer to be left alone).

So, while she's still too young to decide whether she'll be an athlete . . .

 

a scientist . . . 

 a fashion designer . . . 

or simply a diva. We know she'll be the very best of whatever she chooses. Until then, we're just going to enjoy every milestone along the way.

Happy Birthday, my sweet Meggie. Please stop growing up so fast. My heart can't take it. 

 

Love for always and ever . . .

Mommy

Saturday at the Flea Market

I love a good flea market, don't you?

 

I'm not sure how "good" our local flea market really is, but it was a sunny day and I wanted to get out for some fresh air. Albeit cold air. So, I dragged the husband and two kids along with me. This is no small feat, believe me. There were plenty more appealing options for them to partake in (basketball game watching and play dates, to be exact), but I can be very persuasive especially when I promise fast food on the way and a $5 spending allowance for each child. Family togetherness and my favorite activity, shopping/bargain hunting . . . score!

So, what did I find? Not much but frostbitten fingers to be quite honest. I guess the cold weather (it got up to a balmy 46 degrees with a lot of wind) scared off some vendors. There were some cool things, but nothing that I needed or couldn't live with out. Darnit.

Here's some stuff I did find interesting enough to photograph:

I'm a little teapot (I think?) in a delicious turquoise/teal glaze. Even at $9, it wasn't tempting enough.

I didn't get the price on this little Chinese jar/vase, but I really don't need any more Asian stuff in my house right now. Trust me. If you don't believe me, I'm going to do a post on this very obsession issue soon.

I love the blue of this little table. Perfect for an entryway. Don't love the scalloped edge/skirt . . . would have preferred a clean line, but could overlook it. For $129, I thought it wasn't a bad deal. If you needed a little table. Nice shadow. Can you tell I'm not exactly a photography expert? Note the deer head next to the table. It freaked out my dear daughter.

I was drawn to these light fixtures. They're a little too industrial chic for me but I still appreciate their rustic awesomeness. When I get a loft these are definitely on my list.

 

Matt captured this image. I didn't even notice the gigantic "NOT." But it was in the same booth as the light fixtures. This guy makes some seriously cool stuff. Tables with nails and steel. Heavy metal. Once again, wouldn't work in my far too traditional home but I dig it.

Do you love the shape of this chair as much as I do? Needless to say, it would have to be reupholstered. But what fabric? The possibilities are mind-blowing. Possibly throw some nailheads around the edge, paint the legs. Now I'm bummed I didn't buy it. Of course, it had no price on it, and the owner of the booth was nowhere to be found. So, it was not to be. 


Now for some artistic Matt shots. If you don't know, my husband is a much better photographer than I am. His favorite subjects are usually under water, but today he turned his artistry on the flea market.

Who doesn't need a Kit Kat coffee mug? Or a Mt. Rushmore or Liberty Bell bottle?

Sweet old bike.

I think Bud's Pump 'n Diner got Matt's attention. Can't imagine why.

 

Ah, pretty colors.

Nice rack. I mean mannequin form. My husband is a guy . . . what else can I say?

 

Looks like a prison garbage can.

 

Off to get their much-deserved reward . . . $5 crystals!

Hope you had a great Saturday too!