Around the House | New Kitchen Table & More!

Well, hey, happy new year!  Okay, are we all done talking about this?
www.tphblog.comWe had a wonderful, cozy Christmas.  But, I tell you what, I am charged and ready to go for 2015.  It is time to get cracking on some delayed decorating around here.  I’m trying to get as much done before school ends…because of this (99% sure it’s happening)!  So, let the zhushing games begin!

It took a year for me to decide what to do, but it was worth it:  the new kitchen table!www.tphblog.com

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I picked up these arm chairs from Antiques & Beyond–love the 80s vibe going down on these babies.  Pickled (I said it) wood, contemporary styling on a classic shape, they are perfect for the look I’m after.  I’ll send them to the upholsterer once I figure out drapery fabric for the big window.  The label on the bottom says Century Chair delivered to Bloomingdale’s New York, New York, 1987.  I love that.

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As for the side chairs, these are on order–a nice echo of the arm chairs.  The finish is polished aluminum, but I will have them powder coated in a color pop–to be decided.

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Do you see the big marshmallow sofa here?www.tphblog.comIt is a new addition in the family room, a room that is also in the process of getting some love.  Soon:  paint on the walls, hang a painting over that skinny window (to hide TV glare), pillows, drapery, rug, odds & ends–but all this depends on that blasted drapery fabric in the adjoining kitchen.  I’ll be so happy when I figure that one out!

And, then, the chandelier for the guest room arrived!  But!  Once it was here, I decided it really needed to live in my daughter’s closet.  It should be up soon, hanging beautifully between the carved doors–seriously, she has the coolest room.  In the meantime the girl chose pink for her closet walls.  I’m liking it.  I really hope I stumble upon a sculptural white lacquer dresser soon.www.tphblog.comAnyways, I have tweaked things in the guest room and feel like another fixture is needed–it is ordered and should be here in a few weeks.  So, yeah, longest 6-week challenge ever!

And, furniture is moving around the house.  I’m trying to use what I have.  Trying!  Even though I am stretching for something so different in this house than the last one.  The yellow dresser from the loft made it to the upper floor landing.www.tphblog.comFlanking the dresser, Paul McCobb chairs, that I defiled with steel balls where the wood originally was, will be painted black and receive new upholstery.  Please tell me you see the clown face in the above photo.

We moved the Mengel Module piece to the side entry.  I do think I like it there.  I safely tucked the original knobs away and tried these carved stone ones from Anthropologie.  I LOVE that tablecloth and have it hanging temporarily until I can decide if I want to frame it for this spot (I do).  www.tphblog.comI don’t usually dispense decorating advice, but a few things struck me with this post–things of which I am proud of doing.

Take it Slow | I explored a lot of options on the kitchen table throughout the year, but I didn’t rush or settle.  We had people over to eat many times on our wobbly, scuffed temporary table, and I was okay with it knowing I was being patient for the right fit.  I’m embracing this slow decorating as my ally to get things right, and this mentality feeds my patience.

Let it Go | Perfectionism.  I’m showing you spaces FAR from complete or perfect.  I’m showing you my process, whether right or wrong.  So proud am I to be at this point.

Make Peace | Does it unnerve me to see in these photos wood floors that didn’t turn out to my specifications?  Oh, yes.  And all the other details in the remodel that didn’t finish right.  This is where I give myself grace for the impossibility of managing it all perfectly in a hurried, inhospitable environment with difficult people.  And, I have to forgive.

Stay the Course | I’ve wanted to bail many times on this design challenge I’ve given myself.  There is all the second guessing, only to come back to the original heart plan.  When I’m scared, I think I should do what is easy–but that doesn’t make my pulse race with joy.  I’m trying to stay true to myself and our family, because that is where we’ll really feel at home.

Okay, guys, until next time (catch me on Instagram)!  XOXO

A Little Christmas

Remember that Christmas when we didn’t have enough furniture to fill our house so we compensated with an enormous tree?  And, remember that tree was so big that we didn’t have enough ornaments to fill it so we compensated with paper plates and party hats on a whim?
www.tphblog.comRemember that Christmas when we used leftover Ninja party lanterns to fill in the new-house void and distract from disparate pieces of furniture?

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Remember when that Christmas is this Christmas?www.tphblog.comI hope this Christmas is a season of joy and peace for you no matter what stage of the game you are in with your house.  www.tphblog.com

Giveaway Winner & a Monkey

Congratulations to Maurie, who writes the blog Gracious Interiors, on winning the handmade Mexican pouches!  Thank you to all who shared their holiday memories…I’ll admit, that was a ploy for you to entertain me with stories.  There was the one with the pickle-juiced, week-old turkey and the holiday with one pumpkin pie to feed 22 people.  I loved the stories!

Maurie, it was a toss up on which souvenir from our Mexico trip to give away–I might send you this monkey instead.

www.tphblog.comwww.tphblog.comI can’t even.  I totally paid $10 on the streets of Playa del Carmen to take a few photos of my kids with this monkey.  I assumed the mites we contracted afterward would be thrown in for free.  Don’t worry, Maurie, I’m not sending you a monkey…or mites.

You do know we don’t have mites, right?

I’m ready for a guest room reveal, aren’t you?  I’m still waiting on the backordered chandelier, which they now say is backordered until the end of December and could change again.   I’m deciding what to do about that–maybe order a different one that is just as perfect?  I could take photos without it, but I think photos would be better with the chandy.  And as much as I love you guys, I don’t want to do photos twice.  So we’ll wait it out together, holding hands.  My in-laws had sweet things to say about the room over their Thanksgiving visit, which I hope made up for my unexpected early PMS (from the devil himself) that doesn’t render me hostess with the mostest.  They are the best and forgiving.

But in the meantime, I’m decking the halls here at TPH, figuring out how to have a cozy Christmas in an unfinished, partially-decorated house.  I’ll share soon. And, oh!  I just placed an order with Grey for a (long dreamed about) custom kitchen table.  It is going to be stunning!  And a navy antelope rug for the bedroom and a family room sectional are arriving soon.  So, good things are on the horizon for this partially-decorated  house!

Guest Room by Thanksgiving, Part 5

Given my buffoonery confidence at the beginning of this project, I really was surprised when self-doubt pounced on me last weekend.  Man, I was all over that red bed when it arrived last Friday, but then…the weekend whispered to me, maybe it’s too red?  Too much?  Bedrooms are for resting and calm and peace.  But, let me kick you out the door, this is the guest room where we are providing a fun experience for travelers escaping their norm.  After we set the bed up on Monday, I was feeling good again about the very vivid red bed.  And, no, no photos today!  Because I’m mean.

But this reminds me of a funny I saw on Jamie Meares’ instagram (paraphrased):

The Creative Process

  1. This is awesome.

  2. This is tricky.

  3. This is poo.

  4. I am poo.

  5. This might be okay.

  6. This is awesome.

I am currently at #5.

So, I’ll be quick because I have someone special coming to see me and I need to go ice my chocolate cake.

The basement floors are all finished!  I am so HAPPY about this!  Now I can work on my mural, which I will attempt to finish before Thanksgiving.  I do believe I’ve decided on an over-scaled floral scene.  I took a bajillion photos from every angle of my springtime peonies because I knew I’d paint them someday.  My hillbilly printer has provided me with some perfectly soft images for reference.  I’m hoping for a soft billowy effect behind the graphic red bed.  Please say a prayer for me, will ya?

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In other news, I’ve ordered bedding and picture frames, cut 2x4s for the bed support, and ordered a chandelier…that is backordered until December.  Of course.

I’m mulling over art for the frames.  I’ve always wanted to use these two hotties somewhere, side by side–maybe in the guest room.

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That is my father on the left and my maternal grandfather on the right.  My father, in Brazil, is 20 years old in this photo–and I’m guessing my grandfather is 20, also, but in Japan, I think.  They were only 7-8 years apart in age–my dad robbed the cradle.

I’m also printing these photos, too, just in case I want to use them.  My dad totally needed an Instagram account.  He was handsome, knew it, and knew how to compose a photo.  These were taken in Brazil, where he was born and raised.  There are more hot brazilians here and here.www.tphblog.com www.tphblog.comOh, and, I was just joking in the last post about the red draped wall.  (Major side eye)  Thank you for believing me.  But, really, I’m just trying not to be mad at you for not saying, “Don’t do it!”  I’m doing a very tasteful and subdued ivory instead.  I just couldn’t stop thinking about Shelby’s armadillo cake from Steel Magnolias with that red fabric and gray walls.

Screen Shot 2014-11-14 at 1.48.45 PMOne last thing…this apartment has been on my mind as I think about the guest room and my house in general.  It is the Milan home of designer-architect Gae Aulenti in Dwell magazine June 2014.  Colorful sophistication, playful and arty academia.  I like looking at these photos.

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I’ve been following along with Linda’s One Room Challenge–did you see all the reveals last week?  Good, good stuff.

See you next week when I hopefully will report progress on the floral mural.  I’ll post some sneak peeks on Instagram.  Enjoy the weekend, y’all!

Twenty

While I sat in my car crying in the hospital parking lot, a doctor sliced open my husband’s neck for a lymph node biopsy.  Days earlier a CT scan suggested that my husband had lymphoma.  While we prayed that the biopsy would not confirm this, I let my fears consume me in the waiting–I was immobilized.  I managed to stop the sobbing long enough to call my friend Erin and ask her how I should pray when frozen.  She told me not to worry about the words right then, that my tears, heart, and each breath would be enough for the Spirit to intercede for me.  We hung up and I sought distraction and maybe solace in music until the procedure was over.  And that is when “God Will Lift Up Your Head” by Jars of Clay played at just the moment I needed it.

The band included this reworked hymn on their 2005 album Redemption Songs and the words cleared my mind’s fog that day,”Into the wind your fears, hope, and be undismayed.  God hears your sighs and counts your tears.  God will lift up, God will lift up, God will lift up your head.”  Call me crazy, but then, and now, I knew that I was experiencing an undeniably supernatural moment.  The song ends with, “through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears the way, wait, ’cause in His time so shall this night soon end in joy, soon end in joy, soon end in joy…”  Just like that, my sobs of fear turned to sobs of hope.  How did I deserve the promise, that whatever the biopsy, this night would soon end in joy?  The song became the soundtrack during my husband’s illness, stage-IV non-Hodgkins lymphoma, playing in loops to buoy my hope anytime it started to sink.  Six and a half years later, I still can’t listen to the song without crying.

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Screen Shot 2014-09-30 at 12.25.22 PMOur photo session with Magic Hour, organization of photographers who serve cancer patients and their families

If you have read TPH for a while, you know our story.  But I can’t tell you how meaningful it was to me to relate this experience last weekend, face-to-face, with a member of Jars of Clay.  The Ugly Cry happened, y’all.

Jars of Clay celebrated their band’s 20th anniversary with a music-filled weekend in Nashville that we were lucky enough to attend.  Coincidentally, it is also the 20th anniversary this year when my husband and I met and fell in love…and also became Jars of Clay fans with their first album.  If you love music like we do, it can be hard to love contemporary Christian music.  Jars of Clay changed the contemporary Christian music game, massively, influencing many artists who came after them.  And, they are still the standard against which I measure any new Christian band or sound.  We’ve followed every album, attended many of their concerts through the years, and even had one of their songs used for divine intervention, no big deal.  It was a pleasure to celebrate with them last weekend.

They performed acoustic rarities Friday night at the offices of Blood-Water, a non-profit organization the band founded that helps the AIDS/HIV and water crises in Africa.  It was cozy and intimate, but the poor guys (good sports) had to pose for many photos with fans–our goofy family included.

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The band hosted coffee and tours at their Gray Matters recording studio on Saturday morning.  The kids came along, too, because they are big fans themselves.

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A band amasses mucho memorabilia over 20 years–t-shirts, posters, stickers…Grammies and Dove Awards, too, just lying about.  We chatted with the band, and when we cornered Charlie Lowell–keyboardist for Jars of Clay–I mustered up the courage to tell him how their song pulled me through my husband’s illness.  I almost didn’t because why would he want to listen to just one more fan story, I assumed.  But he graciously listened like I was the only one there, even with the ugly cry and snot.  It felt full-circle to me.IMG_4437

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IMG_4445They delivered a fabulous 20-years-of-music concert in the historic theatre in Franklin, Tennessee. (Franklin, by the way, is too cute for words.  I’ll be back.)

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And, you know what, of all their many songs, they played “God Will Lift Up Your Head.”

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Twenty years is a long time, with the multiple lifetimes we’ve packed in; yet it goes by fast.  The years are a gift–and all the good and bad within those years, too.  Two weeks ago my husband had his annual CT scan, that time of year when I alternately ignore it from fear and pray over it with desperation, depending on the moment.  It came back clear, thank you!  And, so, we are now two years out from his last reoccurrence.  Twenty years out will be a dream come true…thirty years…fifty years out so I can see the day when our children will change our diapers.

When I could barely eek out that prayer six years ago for him, for us–for our children, that they could have years with their father please–God promised me joy.  It is written on my heart forever.

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IMG_8662And now that chubby baby knows exactly how wonderful his father is, the nuances of Daddy’s personality, the absurdity of his corny jokes, the dedication to his family’s happiness.  That little boy can now say deliciously preposterous things like, “You’re the Daddy…you can do whatever you want.”  Every year is a gift.

Thank you–Charlie, Matt, Dan, and Stephen–for a fabulous music weekend.

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