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I am absolutely smitten with the idea of using easels as stands for flat screen televisions.

Check it:

via gizmodo.fr

We have not (yet) got a flat screen, but the mister keeps threatening to get one and the idea of trying to mount one on our 160 year old plaster walls gives me the heebie jeebies. This looks like a perfect solution.

But look what others are doing with the idea:


via dsaslaw’s flickr set.

So swanky, but this is more my pace:

via stylenorth via Metropolitan Home and House Beautiful respectively. 

Now I’m wishing I hadn’t given away the big brass easel I had three lifetimes ago.

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my daughter the budding interiors photographer pt. 1

That saucy brat is my daughter.  That’s a blueberry on her tongue.  She has a nature photo journal due on Monday.  As such, I’ve spent the better part of my morning cropping and editing her pictures for the project.  Yes, I did her homework.  In return I’ve stolen some of her intellectual property for my own amusement.

I let her loose with the little olympus we have so she could get a few more shots for her journal before I have them printed.  What does she do?  Takes pictures of things around our house.  Well ok, to her credit she did get about 5 more shots for her journal, but not nearly as many as she did of stuff around the house.

This is a little display area in the living room.

The multi-flower prints I won at a silent auction for a friend’s jack and jill.  I had to beat the bride’s mother up to get it.

The little abstract on the door frame is an acrylic original on stretched canvas by one of my nieces, circa 2003.  The print beside it is some crazy linework by an unknown artist. Well…I could know but I can’t be arsed to pull it down to check.

Yes, we have a bead curtain.  Don’t you?

Next image is just to the right of the first.  Same bead curtain. Another print by unknown and a collage by me.

Cobwebs come courtesy of the spiders.

The scary mask was part of my 2003 hallowe’en costume.  I was the Baron Samedi.  The mister has a great story about falling in love with me in my disturbing mask from across the room that hallowe’en day.  It’s very romantic.

Mirror is a $1 yard sale buy and I love it…but not enough to clean it regularly, obviously.

Below that, Mr. philodendron.  One of many in our humble abode.

That’s a little terrarium the daughter made a couple of weeks ago.  It lives inside Mr. philodendron’s pot, amongst his protective fronds.

One big happy family.

These photos pretty much tell the story  of how these little spaces come together in our house.  If there’s an empty surface it gets filled with contributions from everyone.


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boxed office

Though I’m not entirely in love with the haute modern aesthetic of a lot of these I am in love with the idea of little prefab getaways, offices (dare I suggest bedrooms?) play spaces as satellites to the home.  There’s a nice spot on them in the current ReadyMade rag which also happens to be its first (and hopefully not last) edition in shiney new digital form.  Here’s my fave of the lot from the outside:

The kid can totally go.  She’d probably just get nose prints all over the windows and poop in the planters…plus I already have two.

And here it is from the inside:

See?  Totally not my bag when it comes to design but I’m sure some sari silk, window markers and a hookah could make it reasonably bohemefied…and insulation, of course.  I have some doubts as to how well these things might stand up to a Canadian winter.

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