Rustic Modern

in home, inspiration, thoughts

Modern rustic... Rustic modern... Whatever you call it, I think it's my favorite style. Give me plenty of light from walls of windows, old wooden rafters, stone floors and soft rugs under my toes. Feather pillows, fresh flowers. Farm house in the city. Sheets drying on the clothes line and a warm dinner with friends next to an outdoor fireplace on a cool night.

These are a few of my favorite things...

Mixtape II: Rows 1-3

in craft, quilt

Row 2 completed on the 20th. Row 3 completed this evening.

2011.02.22: Mixtape Rows 1-3
2011.02.22: Mixtape Rows 1-32011.02.22: Mixtape Rows 1-32011.02.22: Mixtape Rows 1-3

Mixtape II: Row 1

in craft, quilt

Row 1 is done! I decided to save the green and yellow blocks for the back piece. They're a little too light, in my opinion, compared to the vibrance of the other sets of blocks.

2011.02.20: Mixtape Quilt Row 12011.02.20: Mixtape Quilt Row 1
2011.02.20: Mixtape Quilt Row 12011.02.20: Mixtape Quilt Row 1

2011.02.09: Silly Dreams are Silly

in dream

I remember it starting in a house in a bad part of town. The mood was tense. We shouldn't be there. We were walking back to the house, along with a couple people we didn't know (neighborhood locals?), following a little guy who ended up looking like a gnome. He asked us to squash the mushrooms that sprouted behind him every time he farted. Yes, I dreamt that. So as we're walking back to the house, the street we were walking on all of the sudden was a grassy pasture or field covered in spongy moss and here and there sprouted little magical-looking mushrooms in bright colors. They shimmered and sparkled and, when we stepped on them, they squished like a jelly fish but kept their shape (albeit flat). They were such happy little mushrooms, you could almost hear a little song about them. They didn't move at all. They just had an aura of happiness. Our little stroll kept going and going and we squashed mushrooms after mushrooms. Not paying particular attention to how well we squashed them. Jumping from sprout to sprout. I noticed that if we didn't squish them all the way, they continued to sprout more mushrooms. (Hmmm...that's why the gnome asked us to squash those farty mushrooms.) I don't know what would happen if we let them be. Would they overtake the pasture? Would they grow into something not happy? So now I'm running around checking some previously squished mushrooms to see if they multiplied. Squash, squash, squash. I'm surprised my shoes aren't saturated with shiny bright mushroom goo. So I find a couple sprouts of mushrooms that look like baby octopus tentacles growing along the mushrooms. I keep squishing them but I start to uncover more of the tentacles. The more I uncover, the more I realize the hill we're running up is really a gigantic octopus buried under the mossy ground. What we thought was a big hill was the head of the octopus.

So now we have a giant octopus and I have no idea if it's dead or alive, but my first thought is to get away! The dream changed so we were in a house that I've dreamt of many times before. It's a bit of a labyrinth and I find new rooms in the house every dream. It's a multi-story multi-landing brown wooden house on a lake. I really like this house. I wish we lived in this house in real life. Maybe not as close to the lake as it is. There are doors that walk out to roof top patios. One of the patios turns into a dock on the lake. So the house literally is partially on the lake. Open staircases all throughout the house. And one spiral staircase that leads to a tiny room on the third or fourth story that houses just a tiny chaise lounge, some wrought iron plant stands, books, etc. But it's not a place I find every dream. Not this dream.

So we're in this house and it seems like a hurricane is blowing in. I'm trying to get back in the house through a side door that faces the lake but every time I think I have one door closed, it turns out to be a screen door or a glass door and I realized I missed the big wooden door. So after fighting with the wind and rain that's trying to rip the doors away from me, I finally get all doors closed and I realized the octopus has been pulling at the doors. Maybe not the wind? Maybe not a hurricane but a giant octopus flanked by wind and rain? Damn that octopus! So stuff happens, I don't remember, but I do have a conscious realization that there are more people in the house than the original handful of people squishing gnome fart mushrooms. Some how, the octopus tentacles have snuck in (I think people kept opening doors and windows -- maybe me -- forgetting about the big dude outside. You know that acceptable amnesia in dreams where you continually seem to forget about the bad and go about your way always getting drawn back into what you originally forgot about? Yeah, that's it.). And now our house isn't a safe zone. The octopus tentacles are going to get us! We're all going to die! So somehow, we jettison ourselves all at once (suddenly there are other houses of people near us that are part of this jettison) to a tiny island out in the ocean. Not too far out in the ocean, but just enough that we're stranded without food, transportation, etc, surround by water. Great. Now the giant octopus can really get us. The island was nothing but an exposed sandbar when we first arrived, but it grew to have a building of some sort that we could hide in. But the dreamy forgetfulness happens again and we're back to our small party hangin around an island in the kitchen making dinner, chatting, and having a grand ole' time.

The house morphed into a weird decrepit school and I all of the sudden the people are gone. I was supposed to lock up the school at night (for some reason it was my turn) but all sorts of shenanigans were at play and it ended up one of those ridiculous dreams where nothing goes right until the last second. For some reason, I kept not having a car to get myself to and from the school so Will drove to the school and entered the school while he waited for me to lock up. No-no #1 was having someone else in the school while I locked up (I realize that towards the end of the dream). I didn't quite know what I was doing until I walked passed a door. Oh! I'm supposed to lock it! Ok, keep walking. But instead of just waiting for me, he ended up following me and turned down different hallways. Why did he keep disappearing? Cause that's what happens in dreams. Of course, I noticed there were other people I would randomly cross paths with. Not thinking they weren't supposed to be in the school. There was a reason they were in the school, but I didn't know it nor did I ever figure out what it was. Lots of maze stuff happens (because there always seems to be mazes and blind corners in my dreams) and time goes on and we're done...or rather we're pulled out of the school and told we're done. I'm in some administrative room getting reprimanded. No, it's a court room and Will's charged with shooting something and they have a pumpkin with a bullet hole as evidence. Why was he in the school to begin with? Why did I let him in? What was he doing shooting a gun? He wasn't! He was picking me up from locking up the school. There were gunshots? I didn't hear any? What happened to the other people? What other people? And we're off the hook cause dreams are dumb and don't make sense. Beep beep beep alarm says we finally have to get up. Boo.

Mixtape II

in color, craft, fabric, quilt

I started the next quilt piecing last night: Mixtape Quilts II from Oh, Fransson!. I'm thinking warm versus cool so far. Though, I'm not sure if that's because I'm really liking the teal/turquoise with yellows and oranges. I need to dig up some good greens and get my pinks and purples cut. :D

2010.11.11: Mixtape II2010.11.11: Mixtape II
2010.11.11: Mixtape II2010.11.11: Mixtape II

2011.01.30: MixTape II2011.01.30: MixTape II2011.01.30: MixTape II
2011.01.30: MixTape II2011.01.30: MixTape II2011.01.30: MixTape II

Pressed Maple Pot Holders

in craft, felt

Inspired by the wool felt pot holders over at Design Sponge, I made my own based on leaves we brought home from our Maine / New Brunswick vacation last year. These are so cute, and they're so easy to make. I can see myself getting all nerdy with scientific names... and out comes my botany books! :D

2010.10.17: Pot Holder
2010.10.17: Pot Holder
2010.10.17: Pot Holder
2010.10.17: Pot Holder
2010.10.17: Pot Holder

Living Room Quandary

in home, inspiration, thoughts

We have an odd shaped living room. Five-sided like the profile of a diamond and I believe it's taller than it is wide (I guess I could measure). An angled ceiling between 18' and 20' at the highest side. Massive fire place columns and a mantle that I can't see the top of. A pulpit...yes, a pulpit. It's sunk about 4" from the dining room and entry floor and the builder left left a 2" deep concrete edge around the entire room so we can't lean any bookshelves against the wall. What to do with the tall empty walls...hmmmm...

Suspended library: Yes! This is an absolutely brilliant idea. Add some Billy or Expedit and our cd/dvd/cassette/vinyl collection can move from the guest room to the living room. Or even better, build a mezzanine to extend the pulpit and include the media library!

I want to rip the carpet out to stain and polish the concrete slab, knock down the 12' tall brick fireplace columns, replace the redish-brown tile with new glass tiles, and add a smaller mantle.

Check these tiles out:

Stained and polished concrete, the Ian sectional in charcoal from Room and Board, maybe with Flor carpet tiles, and our espresso and black glass TV stand.

Birds, Cupcakes, Reproductions, and Jane

in color, craft, fabric, inspiration, quilt

50% off the little green bird and lattice prints! Score! And cupcakes!? How cute!
Green BirdsCupcakes!

I'm slowly collecting fat quarters of the 1930's reproductions and other tiny prints that match. I found a quilt pattern over the weekend at Cabbage Rose that I think will be cool with these little pretties: 'Just a Piece of Cake'.
30's Reps
30's Reps

My Nicey Jane quilt top is finished! I have to say, I really enjoyed making this. I have a better idea of what to look for on my next quilt to make sure my seams match up more than these did. I think I'm only a quarter inch off on a couple rows. Whoops. :)
Nicey Jane Baker's DozenNicey Jane Baker's Dozen

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