Monday, August 30, 2010
It's no secret that I love to repurpose furniture, home goods, fabric, etc., so you know I'm loving the clever use of these normally junk pieces of wooden street merch.
My take away? 3 ways to use shipping palettes, as previously done by West Elm:
1. Use a palette to hang planters and other outdoor accessories from.
2. Use palettes as urban/country chandeliers by hanging lanterns, lights and glass ornaments from them.
3. Use palettes as an entire textured wall covering. Then hang your normal wall stuff on top of it. Love this idea!
A while back, I had the opportunity to try using palettes in an interior setting! I found these 2 palettes on the side of the street. They are all over Manhattan, just left on the curb. I try to look for palettes with wood in good shape and blemish free. But then again, some of the ink and marks on the wood often add character.
Our plan: To hang the palettes on a wall, to construct simple 'flower boxes' to hang on the palettes and to paint them.
Here they are before:
Here they are after! A handyman friend of mine, Andrew, crafted the 'flower box' pieces that hung off the side of the palettes with the help of simple brackets. We then painted the pieces gray and white to help clean up their look.
And here they are in the space. We filled the 'flower boxes' with mason jars of flowers and left over wood branches.
Who knew shipping palettes could be so versatile. I'm excited to try them out in other ways!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
This accidentally posted last night and was blaring on my reader this morning. Incomplete.
I was saving it for Monday, but oh well. Here it goes.
Found this piece outside of my apartment a while back. Not even sure what it is. A bench? A mini coffee table? And ottoman?
I, unfortunately, had no space for this piece in my room. However, roommate Lindsay Ann did!
The Setup: A plastic trash can upside down balancing the ottoman/stool/bench thing.
Weapon of Choice: Rustoleum Primer, Rusteoleum Lacquer white paint and one of those spray paint handle things. Aaaaamazing.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I saw this door just the other day and thought it would make clever full sized head board. Might need a small trim off the left side though...
Paint would do a lot for this 'headboard'. I envision something monochromatic and sparky. Maybe you paint the whole thing a muted lime green, and then cover the 4 raised rectangles in the green & white hydrangea wrapping paper from Kate's.Or use a gray paint and the middle pattern. Or OR, paint the 'headboard' poppy orange (probably my favorite color) and use this darling Ode to Marimekko pattern. Also from Kate's Paperie.
And very resourceful.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Anyways, months ago, I found this Street Merch while I was on my way to look at a Craigslist couch. Roommate Lindsay Ann was going to meet me there. I've had only great experiences with Craigslist furniture finds in New York, but I've always had a buddy. You never know when you'll run into a creeper, and plus, Lindsay Ann is a great furniture buddy, as you may remember from our Street Lamp adventure.
Anyways, I was on my way to meet her and saw this funny retro side table all sad and tumpled over on the side of the street. I instantly loved the wood detail and decided that I needed it. It was deceivingly heavy, but I finally made it to rando-craigslist man's apartment with my new side table in tack.
Here it is before.
And here it is after. I'm sure I could have gone more bloggy & elaborate with the paint, but sometimes you just have to be done thinking about it. And at this point, I was working on a few other projects and needed to be DONE thinking about it. After a light sand, we used leftover Oop's paint from another project to cover my dinged up little wood piece.
Exactly what we needed for this little area.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
It’s during this time of year that I start to miss New York the most. The idea of cooler weather with a slightly salty breeze coming off the Hudson River sounds much more appealing than the extreme temperatures we’ve been experiencing here in Texas. Seriously, I’m melting as we speak. When I used to complain about the cold winters (which I do not miss, not one bit.) in New York, people would tell me, “Just wait. Our summers are brutally hot.” I’d laugh inside.Because, really, you’re going to tell me New York summers are more blistering than the ones we have in Texas? Ha. Ha. HA. However, there are things about New York that I miss besides the milder temperatures, though most of them are associated with summer time. I loved the fact that during warmer weather, the city would just come alive- to a completely different level.On almost any day of the week you could find some kind of outdoor event to while away the hours, whether it be at a regularly scheduled flea market or an outdoor celebration like the Mermaid Parade (celebrating the beginning of summer out on Coney Island).
It was around mid-summer during my year spent living in New York that I had made the decision to move back to Texas. I also made the decision right then and there to do as many “New Yorky” things as possible. I had a blast checking things off my list. I made a trip to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, Jones Beach out on Long Island, Coney Island, several museums, and the New York Aquarium.
The funny thing is, that with the exception of the beaches, I could do all those other things right here in Dallas. For whatever reason, I never bother to here. Two things I can’t do in Dallas, however, and desperately wish I could, is attend Broadway shows and spend the day at Central Park.
I had a deep love affair with Central Park. I was in awe of the beauty of that place during all seasons. Whether it was watching the leaves fall while strolling down The Mall, gazing out upon the blanket of snow from Bow Bridge, welcoming the first spring rain while relaxing in Strawberry Fields, or enjoying a picnic among the sea of people in the Great Lawn. (I actually took my mom along for one of those picnics when she came to visit. I made a pretty spectacular spread, if I don’t say so myself, of grilled vegetable panzanella, spicy apricot and molasses glazed shrimp, watermelon, feta and arugula salad, and chocolate caramel espresso bars- now my most requested item.)
While there is an endless amount of activities and places to visit in New York, there are probably twice as many restaurants. Of course, there are the classics and the critically acclaimed that stand out from the bunch, too many of which I didn’t have the time or money to enjoy, but there is one restaurant in New York that I could probably call my favorite, or at least mark it as a tie with my other favorite restaurant located here in Dallas: The Spotted Pig. I only had the opportunity to eat a meal here once, but that was enough to solidify its place in my heart. The wait for a table is always extreme, but there is a reason for that. The food is unreal. It’s a gastro-pub offering a fusion of traditional British fare and Italian cuisine. The pork belly was succulent. The shoestring fries, crisped to perfection. But nothing, nothing, could ever be as decadently delicious as the plump, pillowy, perfection that is their gnudi. Gnudi, which is literally translated to “naked”, are pasta-like ricotta dumplings that have been shed of their pasta “clothing.” The ricotta bursts through its thin exterior and immediately changes your world. They are a revelation. Trust me, once you eat gnudi, you will never want run-of-the-mill ravioli ever again.
By comparison, my favorite Dallas restaurant, which is much easier to get a table at, is rise nº 1. It’s an adorable French restaurant specializing in soufflés. They of course offer other French fare beyond soufflés, but why bother going if you’re not going to indulge in one of their many, many flavors like sun-dried tomato & pesto chèvre, truffle infused mushroom, or the Cajun crab & boursin cheese. You must save room for a chocolate, strawberry, or praline soufflé to finish your meal, however. All three are to die for. On second thought, it’s probably better to go ahead on order all three.
Besides my beloved Central Park and The Spotted Pig, there is perhaps one last thing that I miss more than anything: my bridge (otherwise known as the Williamsburg Bridge). I ran across it almost daily. There was something so peaceful and serene about pounding my feet on the pavement as I looked out upon the East River and the Manhattan skyline, breathing in the crisp, salty air. I loved being able to race toward the Lower East Side with Brooklyn behind me, only to turn around and experience it all over again. It’s not quite the same running around my flat Plano, TX neighborhood anymore. I’m always hoping to suddenly approach a vast metal structure that will carry me over a body of water of some kind. Which, on a side note, up until I lived in New York I never knew how much I loved being around water. Watching the sun glisten on the water’s surface never failed to make me smile, especially if I was lucky enough to catch a sunset while standing at the water’s edge.
It’s funny how memories tend to become more dear and precious as time goes on. As my time spent in New York grows more and more distant, I grow even fonder of my experiences there. My affection for sunsets, Central Park, and the Spotted Pig may be but mere, fading memories, but they’ll always hold a place in my heart. And at least I can still have my gnudi, and eat it too.
(Gnudi recipe follows)
Ricotta Gnudi with Crispy Sage and Brown Butter Sauce
Inspired by The Spotted Pig, adapted from The Paupered Chef
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
We lived in the same house in Auburn, Alabama for 2 years in college.
When I think of Laura, I'm reminded of endless amounts of coffee, brownie confections, robins egg blue, textures like burlap and linen, poofs in the back of our pony tails, Anthropologie, New York and felt tip pens.
Laura and Ryan are getting married this weekend, actually in like TWO DAYS!
Oh did I mention she makes cakes? They're beautiful. This girl has a knack for styling - Whether its a cake, or a room, or an outfit, it's always lovely. I was in Birmingham a few weeks ago for some wedding festivities and got to see her adorable bungalow home that she'll share with Ryan once they're married.
This is what I'm talking about. Here's a run of the mill organizational area done in earthy linen's and creams and its adorable.
Early on in college, Ivy and I went home with Laura and got to see her mom's absurdly cute historical (well maybe not technically) home. The first thing we saw, walking up to the house, was a cush little seating area, complete with outdoor lamps and fabrics. Laura's porch area reminds me so much of her mom!
I want a porch.
Check it. This is a chair Laura had in college. She had it re-stuffed, re-covered and shaped to be a touch more modern. How cute is that.
And here they are. Laura & Ryan. Kissing outside of House Number 410.
Can't wait for Saturday!