TV Room Progress

Our family TV room is off the kitchen and has been a white ghost since we moved in.  I painted the walls gray over Memorial Day weekend.
www.tphblog.comThe sectional consumes the room like a giant marshmallow.  Below is a photo of the room all white and rugless.  You can also see the window on the left, above the sofa, that we covered with a large painting.   (You can see our kitchen plans here.)

www.tphblog.comChris, who makes and fixes everything at our house, built the wood panel to perfectly cover the window.  The window is directly opposite of the TV so there was a horrible glare.  We covered the back of the panel with aluminum foil so it looks real nice from the outside.  Actually I just painted it white and it faces the back of the house to the woods.

www.tphblog.comStill obsessed with fabric and such, I finished the painting recently–felt good to do some arty painting.

www.tphblog.comI’m still debating how much art I want on the TV wall.  It’s all stacked up in the meantime.

The photo below shows the room with frames flanking the painting–too much white for me–and the sofa with the back cushions for maximum marshmallow effect.  I found the sofa at Ballard Design Outlet here in Atlanta, it was a classic rolled arm sectional, but I had my upholsterer reshape the arms when he made the slipcover.  And the fabric is, gasp, microfiber.  I am only a supporter of microfiber in white.  The two other white microfiber sofas we have (both at the cottage) perform beautifully, and one we’ve had slipcovered for 10 years with NO stains or major wear.

The above photo also shows our ottoman, which is currently being reupholstered in the flamestitch fabric that Marlowe the cat is sitting on.  The drapery for the double window in the room will also be in the same flamestitch fabric…which would have been awesome on the sofa as an alternative.

Right now we are experimenting with the sofa sans back cushions.  I’ve just loaded it up with all the blue pillows I could find in the house.  I really like it, less ‘mallow more mellow.  It feels good to be so close to being finished in here.  If I keep the chest behind the sofa, I’ll paint it.  And, I’m still deciding fabric for the triangle ottoman (not pictured) that sits in front of the orange chair.  I guess if we keep the back cushions off the sofa, I’ll have to reassess the pillow situation.  Serious decisions around these parts.

New Entry Bench

I’ve been on the lookout for a statement chair to sit next to the entry chest.  I had a tall mid-century find in mind.  But then it occurred to me that a bench might be a nice alternative, and don’t you know it, I found one the next day!  That’s when I know I’ve been good about saying my prayers.

I bought the chest at Round Top 10 years ago, right as we were moving from Texas to the North Carolina mountains.  It’s a good piece, solid and classic.  It was loaded with stuff on and around it in our last house, the 50s rancher, here in Georgia.

Less is more in the new house.  I’m more interested in silhouettes than abundance.  The faux bamboo chairs now reside in our closet, and I put a little vintage tufted number as a placeholder, which I like a lot, until I found the perfect chair.   Placeholders are helpful in satisfying me in the wait for “the one,” but it has to be pretty darn good so not to throw me off course.  For example, my beloved cubist cat lamp with the orange shade had to go into hiding until I could replace the shade.  I happened to have an all-white lamp to use as a placeholder in the meantime so my brain could rest easy.  Sometimes, if I don’t have an adequate placeholder, I go without (Oh, the humanity! Where is the sad violin music?)www.tphblog.comAh, a new white shade:www.tphblog.comAnd if you aren’t cutting free branches yet from your trees to kapow your spaces, begin.

At first I didn’t buy the bench (actually had the keys in the ignition to drive away) because it is about the same length as the chest.  But then I decided it was too good to pass up and certainly there were other spots in the house to fit the bench if it didn’t work in the entry.  Their matched length doesn’t bother me now that it’s home.  The kids think it’s a slide, of course.

www.tphblog.comMy painting, Eve, opposite the chest

All that is left to do in the entry is paint the ceiling–blue, I think–buy a rug, and pick a runner for the stairs.  I’m leaning toward black and white stripes for the stairs.  And, the rug, I’m liking this blue one I pulled in from the side entry, just to see.  Connecting the colors, room to room…I like how it plays with the newly-upholstered blue chairs in the living room.


More little updates to come this week.  Thanks, y’all, for stopping by!

Update Posts Next Week

Believe it.  I’m gonna blog next week.www.tphblog.comI hope you’ll stop by on Monday for a little update post.  Happy weekend, friends!  I’ll see you on Instagram in the meantime.

Living Room | In Progress

We are trucking along on projects at the house.  I’ve got an end-of-May deadline in mind for the top projects since we will start homeschooling again in June (thank you for your travel tips in that post!).  Chris is working on a prototype for the kitchen island lighting–oh, can’t wait to see it!  And I’m making decisions on paint color and fabric in our main living areas–just so I’ll have it done instead of staring at it during homeschool, wishing I had time to work on it.

The living room was on the low priority list until I ran across a red sofa I almost bought.  This was the time to take the living room all girlie red and pink, which my husband liked in writing–but when I showed him real rooms with the color combo he felt it “too old lady fancy.”  So close to feeling like I had the room done, I decided to see if I could make peace with the green sofa and stitch something together for the room around it.  The room really needs a larger sofa, but there are too many higher priority things to buy.  So, the $20 sofa is staying for awhile (I later bought fabric, though poor choice, and paid an upholsterer to recover it, but I still like to call it my $20 sofa).

Finally with a furniture layout in place that I like, the fabric swatches are now flying.  The house tells me go big and less is more–trust me, it makes sense.  So, I’m going big on color and only one color, blue, in hopes that the green recedes as a neutral and the colors of the art will pop the most.   This idea of repeating blue over and over soothes me.  At the risk of you sending me to the crazy house, I’ll say it again:  this life stage for me is so chaotic that the less visual noise I have, the better.  So, art will be my color and pattern.  Won’t it be sad to see the pink chairs recovered in something else?

Sometimes I just wish I would be an adult and go to a store to order furniture instead of picking up castoffs in dark corners.  It’s love/hate actually–fun to customize a piece but, sheesh, more repainting?

Drapery…can’t wait for it!  And, hopefully some good asymmetry in the future accessories will play off the many pairs I have in the room.

This June will be two years since we bought the house so I know I can’t play that “we just moved in” card much longer on spaces like this entry.  I can’t seem to find a place in this house where I like the knot mirror.  I’ve done too many chairs-flanking-console in the house to do it here.  I’m looking for that one good statement chair to put by this Round Top dresser (anyone hit Round Top this week??).  Stairs need a runner…and on and on.

This inlay coffee table is a recent purchase from Screen Door Antiques in Asheville.  Large and sculptural, it checks off two boxes on my new furniture criteria Here are some of the fabrics I’m mulling over for the room–keeping the Kelly Wearstler Channels fabric and Schumacher leopard on the bench.  Why mess with a good thing there?  Oh, and, I’m thinking of painting the room a soft grey-blue and keep the entry white with a painted ceiling. Or, maybe I won’t do any of this at all.

When I get scared that I’m just tooting around like a fool with my colors and goofy stuff, something crazy happens like being chosen as The Blue Ribbon #1 Pick out of thousands of entries for my gallery wall in the kids’ playroom.  I was floored to see the results of the Domaine Home gallery wall challenge.  In this Instagram photo you can see artwork by all of children, some by me, and even a 1983 painting of me by my Aunt Rita.  Check out their picks–so many lovely gallery walls.  Thank you so much for the huge honor!  This wall is a result of not knowing what to do with scores of small-scale art that I didn’t want peppering my home–remember, go big and less is more!  Putting it all in one space forced the art to make a huge impact (this photo shows only half of it); and, well, you know, what they say about collections.www.tphblog.comUntil next time, see you on Instagram!

Awkwardly Yours

Remember that time when my squishy baby legs grew so fast that my junior-size jeans couldn’t even skim the white leather of my Reebok high-tops?  Crop pants weren’t just an option but a unintentional fashion statement.

It wasn’t a pretty time (no matter how many times my Daddy told me so).  Awkward is mild in describing my transition from little lass to tween–orangutan arms of epic proportions and the kind of toothy, gummy, uninhibited smile that pays for an orthodontist’s mortgage and maybe his pool.

www.tphblog.comBonus awkward points:  playing with toes

But if you are an awkward tween survivor, you can attest that change brings beauty and strength on the other side.

www.tphblog.comThe living room in progress and host to furniture in need.  Color swatches = trusting my instincts.

A couple weeks ago I did an Instagram tour of our home based on fellow Instagrammers requests–photos of in-progress rooms.  What I thought would be a simple snap of photos around the house actually turned out to be a huge design lesson to me–one key point being, I am in a state of awkward change akin to a young child changing into an awkward adolescent en route to become a lovely and mature young adult.  Maybe your house is in an awkward stage, too?

www.tphblog.comThe cute calm before the awkward storm.

www.tphblog.comNew door detail on an old cabinet we’ve had for years + nomadic accessories + cool chair awaiting transformation

My house right now is preteen Angela–leaving a sweet ranch house behind and growing into a new image of herself.  Just like preteen Angela, my house has potential and really good intentions.  But much like my teeth–not everything is in the right place yet.  And much like my cropped pants that weren’t supposed to be cropped pants, my house just isn’t quite dressed right.  But this encourages me rather than discourages me.  I like to think I pulled through Aqua Net bangs and mom jeans (though there were sure to be other blunders down the road), and my house, too, will eventually make the transition to a lovely, mature-ish adult.

www.tphblog.comUnintentional cropped pants and bangs…bonus: our 80s living room.  And, shoulder pads.

The snapshots of the house helped me see the rooms in a different way than when I’m physically occupying the space.  I could see where I am hitting my goals and where I am veering off course.  The photos I shared (and didn’t share) helped me to clarify my purpose and direction in this house from the last house.

www.tphblog.comCurrent entry scene as furniture awaits reupholstery and a new resting spot in the house

The adorable shoebox rancher was deceptively roomy but much smaller in scale than our current house.  Smaller furnishings and accessories tucked in nicely at the rancher.  It’s traditional 1950s spirit called for an eclectic mashup of chinoiserie and mid-century modern–at least that was my prescription for the house.  Anyway, those things don’t always translate from house to house–where ceilings reach 2 feet higher and rooms stretch longer in width and length.

www.tphblog.comThe chinoiserie pieces we kept are in the bathroom for now + a chair that I just need to paint already!

Plus, there is the natural evolution of my personal style and curiosity.  While buying all new furniture isn’t in the budget, we are buying key pieces but making existing furniture work where we can, doing our best to support the vision for the house.  But the interim can be awkward–as I’m finding my way in a look I’m still defining and discovering for myself.  I’m learning how to combine the beloved vestiges of our past with new vistas–and my first tries aren’t always right.

www.tphblog.comFurniture from the loft + bevy of art = the leftovers party in the playroom

But now I know I’m just in my awkward stage, and this too will pass–please help me to remember it when sometimes things can’t happen quick enough.  But each little change and tweak gives me encouragement that I am closer to my goal.  And, I’m totally going to take more photos of the spaces I’m working on for my own deliberating purposes–and I’m trying to trust my instincts and question my tendencies more and know how to distinguish between the two.

www.tphblog.comNever awkward: being true to yourself and personality

The best part of this awkward stage?  Having photos to laugh at later.  Yep, it’s a good reminder to be generous with the camera clicks with my children in their tween years.  They’ll thank me someday.

www.tphblog.comThere is a bedside table plan, I just need to execute it.  In the meantime, this awkward arrangement.

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