|Things are a little crooked because we just had an earthquake, 'kay?|
With the exception of buying the kitchen chairs, the new bathroom wallpaper, and a can of pink spray paint, I dug into stash for everything. Shall we take a look?
The kitchen table is built from two wooden barrels and two scraps left over from when I punched out the pieces of the Steampunk Orchid. The cookie jar is some sort of charm from the Matsuri Festival two or three years ago.
Of course, no hasty home rehab is complete without the "art project" -- which involved more Orchid punch-outs and some collage notions.
|The side of the oven is splotched because Randolph the dog splashes in his water dish!|
|The drums belong to Adele.|
|Yes, that's a giant green Easter chicken. No, I don't know why.|
|Eep! The hearth really needs a floral arrangement or something.|
I went back and forth for a while on cutting up an actual historic document, then noted that none of Bud Ridgeway's descendants had felt called upon to preserve it... then did a search for both Ridgeway and Turner, determined nobody was pursuing their genealogy, and decided to proceed. However, I did photograph the original in case anybody comes along and cares.
The original plan with the pink Mexican pot was to put in some greenery, but the crystal tree -- bought for dollhouse Christmas decorating that never happened -- really really wanted to be included.
|In the background, a pink mid-century lion mauls a glow-in-the-dark cherub.|
|Everybody SAYS you can be bolder with color in small spaces!|
|Twin sinks. Because we are luxe that way.|
(Actually because when I told my mother about this bathroom set,
she mentioned she had a spare sink that she should send me.)
|Don't you just want to hop in the shower?|