Monday, October 1, 2012

Greek to Me

I'm not gonna lie, I'm currently obsessed with the Klismos (or a variation thereof) chairs in Carolina Herrera Baez's dining room featured in the most recent Elle Decor. Of course, I want to find some of my own . . . so, I'm putting it out there to the universe.

The black with gold detailing is perfection, as is the black and white ticking stripe fabric. (And, by the way, how great is that pink entryway with nailhead trim around the moldings?)

Do I need new dining room chairs? Uh, no. But when has that ever stopped me before? A girl can dream, right? I did find these online for $400/chair, but I'm thinking that's a bit rich for my blood.


So, what is a Klismos chair? Created by the Greeks in the mid-fifth century B.C., the chair features a curved backrest and tapering outcurved legs for stability. The ones in Carolina's dining room have curved back legs but straight front ones, so I'm not sure they're tecnically Klismos or maybe just a Regency cousin, but whatever they are, I like them. A lot. 

Other Klismos-style dining chairs I've long admired are the ones in Claiborne Swanson Frank's apartment . . . 

and the more modern ones Palmer Weiss used in the Elle Decor Showhouse a couple of years ago in San Diego.

Oh, why didn't I just buy these at the Habitat store two years ago when I first spied them? Oh, the regret. 

So, maybe the treasure-hunting gods will be kind and lead me to some similar chairs. I will even make a little offering . . . they can have my old dining room chairs. Fair trade, right?
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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Stuff

Over the past couple of days, I have been furiously cleaning out all our upstairs closets in preparation for new carpet that we're getting in our children's bedrooms and the guest room. As a result, my house has looked a bit like this . . .
Pretty, right? It is amazing how much junk our family has accumulated over the past six years of living here. It's really rather disgusting. Why do we have so much stuff?? These bags are filled with Goodwill donations and literal garbage. And yes, I know a lot of you out there don't like carpet. Well, I don't love it either. In an ideal world, I would have hardwood floors everywhere and area rugs. However, I live in the real world where my suburban home has an open floorplan that is very echo-ey (not a word) and the carpet helps soundproof or at least muffle some of my children's running and general tomfoolery. Plus, my kids like carpet because it's "soft, cushy and cozy." So, there you have it.

There's also a Sidewalk Sale I'm preparing for at my friend Jennifer's shop, tag, in the Bellevue area of Nashville. She's celebrating her shop's one year anniversary . . . quite an accomplishment, in my opinion. Here's my pile of goodies for that . . . 
There will be lamps, mirrors, art, fabric, brass accessories galore and much more. My friend Brandy from Chateau a Gogo is also participating, so you know there will be tons of treasures to be had. Add that to the beautiful things Jennifer already has in her store and a couple of estate sales just down the street, and you have the makings of a great Saturday morning. So please come out and see us - tag, treasures, antiques and good stuff, 8333 Sawyer Brown Road, Nashville, TN 37221, 9 a.m. - 5 p.m. (I may not be there all day, mainly just in the morning as my son has a midday soccer game).

Oh, and while doing some last-minute shopping yesterday, I picked up this Mid-Century Curtis Jere-style metal wall sculpture. 
I was on the fence about whether to keep it or sell it when I saw this listing on V&M:
Um, maybe I'll keep it.

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Monday, September 24, 2012

Inspiration Under the Sea

My husband recently returned from one of his diving trips, and this time instead of bringing me back a souvenir he brought home something much more important - inspiration through his beautiful photographs. This trip focused on the corals and teeny, tiny little creatures that can barely be seen with the naked eye, but with the help of his macro lens, they explode with color and texture. Words aren't really necessary. Just enjoy the color combinations, textures and patterns only Mother Nature could create.
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