No Christmas cards this year, but how about a short holiday film about Phoebe and her favorite toy?
Who needs Christmas cards!!!
I didn’t mean to not do Christmas this year. But it’s the 22nd. Christmas has officially gotten away from me. *Cue that sorta sad Peanuts Christmas song here*
We did put lights on the house. We did put up the tree. The tree also has lights on it. Huzzah! It’s the little things.
But everything else (Christmas cards *gasp*, holiday crafts, holiday baking) has fallen by the wayside as I work hard on some administrative odds and ends at good ol’ Farmhouse38. New things for the new year, people! But administrative stuff has a way of spongeing up one’s extra Christmas juices.
I did manage to get a shot of Phoebe in front of the tree again, just so that we can all look back and remember what an adorable nugget she was this time last year. It’s so funny to me how in both shots she has her tail tucked under her and it looks like she has a normal boxer nub. Trust me, it’s there, in all it’s shin-whipping glory. But I digress.
I love Christmas. I really do. And I’ve been feeling pretty sheepish about not being the blogger who put the Christmas decorations up in September to photograph (seriously! this is a freakish super-human power that I do not possess). And then even more sheepish when it appears that I’m not even that blogger who gets them up in December. Meh.
Whutteryagonna do. I, for one, am gonna eat some candy, drink some bourbon-laced nog, and put my feet up by the fire with my awkward lap dogs draped over me and snoring. I’ll watch my nephews open presents while my parrot chants her new favorite word in the background (“Weird! Weird! WEIRD!”)(she’s doing it right now as I type). I’ll get a little buzzed and envision all the bloggy Christmas magic I will perform next year. And forget it all by February.
It’s been awfully quiet around here lately. I apologize (or maybe you were enjoying the silence–in that case, you’re welcome. I do what I can.).
First of all, a few weeks ago we went to Maui to watch our beautiful friends get married. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it. More on that, soon!
And then, of course, Halloween happened.
And then, without skipping a beat, we dove into a very enormous house project. After six years, and countless excruciatingly high professional estimates, we are painting the 15 foot tall vaulted ceilings on the main floor of our house. Ourselves. Gulp.
Now, I know I’m gonna get a lot of hate about this. For painting over wood. And trust me, I love raw wood ceilings. I love stained wood ceilings. I love reclaimed wood ceilings. They have their place. Just not in this house, where every lick of trim is white. My design for this house always included white plank ceilings, and if we had had a hot second when this ceiling first went up, I would have painted everything while it was still on the ground. That would have been the smart thing to do. But things moved very fast in those days, and we always assumed that at some point we’d be able to afford to pay someone else to get up there and paint those damned tall ceilings. But, as it turns out, it’s super expensive for someone to risk life and limb over paint.
So, as usual, we are taking matters into our own hands. Scaffolding and all.
As usual, the dogs have been extremely helpful:
When they’re not doing that, they’re standing under the scaffolding catching drips with their faces:
And when they’re done with that they have to recover:
We’ve also chosen this opportunity to deepen the color on the walls, as well as tie up a whole bunch of missing molding and trim projects. In a nutshell, we are finally finishing the great room. Six years of staring at our main living space and wishing it was finished. It’s happening, people. I’m beside myself. And also very sore.
So stay tuned for after shots, coming really soon. Yes. Soon. I promise.
Let me start by saying that our living room mantel situation is and always has been kind of the bane of my existence. I am a big fan of the fireplace. In fact, this is the first house that we’ve even had one in (and we had to put it in) and I was SO excited for that mantel to decorate! But you know what I am not a big fan of? The TV hung in prime position over said long-pined-for fireplace mantel. It really sucks the focal point joy out of the focal point, ya know? But, unfortunately, in our teeny little house, there is just no other place to put it. Trust me, I’ve tried. Oh, the brain cells I have lost thinking and rethinking the floorplan to get that darned TV off my fireplace. To no avail. So…BEHOLD: giant, glaring TV.
Now that I’ve brought your attention to it and it is all you see, let’s ignore it and look at the mantel, shall we?
The ‘usual’ mantel decor tends towards a little bit of a mess; a rather haphazard collection of objects and books that I’ve really only stuck there temporarily. This is because we aren’t actually finished building our mantel ‘situation’. The intention is, and always has been that we will be building shelving all the way up to the roof on both sides of the fireplace. But we just haven’t gotten around to it. For six years. It’s on our list for this fall…but until then, let’s Halloween it up in here a bit, shall we?
First and foremost, I needed to get those bookshelves handled. I’d been wanting to swap out my odd assortment of coffee table books for a display of my antique and reproduction book collection. It just so happens that the jacket covers on these books play towards a much more somber color story. Perfect for Halloween.
And then, of course, I had to have some miniature bunting…
And an odd assortment of bottles, lanterns, candlesticks, and mercury glass.
My “fresh picked” sign above the TV is now replaced with a handmade “Nevermore” sign, with a few accent wall spiders (plastic spiders just stuck on with earthquake putty).
A tree branch spray-painted black is a perfect perch for craft store crows. I love how the clock face kind of winds up looking like a full moon. I meant to do that. Yeah, totally.
Underneath the tree branch is one of my favorite little things: my terrarium that I like to mess with every season. Time for a tiny Halloween scene!
The rest of the room has gotten Halloweened, also.
I swapped out some of our more colorful throw pillows for darker tones:
Gosh darnit, I love me some Halloween.