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I don’t understand why we have ugly lampshades in this world. Does it really cost more to make a nice one?

Considering many homes don’t have ceiling lights, table and floor lamps are often a necessity, not just a pretty thing that helps you read the newspaper, or see what you’re having for dinner.

Funny thing is, when you buy a new lamp, there are thousands of perfectly lovely shades just sitting and waiting to be bought; almost touching your elbow, and taunting you for just $39.95 plus tax. And, you can’t swap them out (I have tried) because they now have little plastic tabs attached, making sure that you don’t accidentally lose the ugly shade that is sadly clinging to your new lamp.

It’s a shame, because lampshades are an easy way to change up a room, and it is a complete waste of money to buy another one before the plastic has even been taken off the first (you do remove the plastic, don’t you?). And, let’s be honest, as busy as most people are, shade shopping is not usually high on the “To Do” list.

So, if I was Queen, I would decree that all lamp stands and shades must be sold separately. That way, we could choose whatever we wanted, it would save us a lot of time (and money) and our rooms would be very grateful.

Until then, try to have fun with your shade; find ones that you really like, play with different shapes, consider decorating the boring ones, and splurge on an extra one when you can.

Wendy E. Wrzos http://wendyandthebluegiraffe.blogspot.com/

(p.s. The absolutely delightful photograph above, is by Rodney Smith, and I loved it so much I just thought it deserved to be bigger than my post).

Faking the Ficus

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I have a Ficus tree in my Living Room. I bought it a long time ago; unbraided the funky stems, repotted it, and it grows a little every year. It drops leaves in the Fall, and grows new ones in the Spring, but even though it fills the corner very nicely, it is a very uneventful plant at the best of times.(Unfortunately, it resists any type of neglect, and it chooses to ignore my bored looks when I sigh over its predictability).

I even put fairy lights on it at Christmas, wanting to like it, but we both know it is not my favorite plant in the house.

At least Fifty percent of the homes I visit have fake Ficus plants. The idea is good; they add height, and a splash of dark green without the maintenance, but they all look exactly the same. I promise, I am not going to diss artificial plants anymore (there are too many of them around for me to keep protesting) but with a small amount of effort, your fake Ficus can become a real, decorative part of your home, instead of some wicker-clad, dusty accessory.

So, for everyone who is holding onto their fake, and telling me they can’t grow plants inside, here are some ways to make it look a whole lot better…..

-  Wipe the leaves and stems with a damp cloth to remove dust etc.
-  Treat it like a real plant. Buy a large pot (at least as large as the basket it came in) and a plant saucer for it.
-  Remove it from the basket, and take out as much filler as you can.
-  Re-pot it into the larger pot, with potting soil. (If it feels too light, add some rocks, or a brick, to the bottom so that it doesn’t tip over).
-  Put it in a corner, or by a window (somewhere that makes sense for a living tree).
-  Take care of it; wipe it with a cloth now and again, and check the soil.
-  If it starts to fade, and look sad or shabby, take a deep breath, say good-bye and throw it away.

Wendy E. Wrzos http://wendyandthebluegiraffe.blogspot.com/

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If you Google Decorating Mistakes, you will get dozens of posts on what not to do; design rules, do’s and don’ts, and lots of ideas on how to do it all right (by not doing it wrong).

I was looking through some photographs the other day, and I came across one that I had totally forgotten about. When we first moved into our house, it was a sea of carpet; a lot of pink, and even more beige (and not in a good way).

Because I was at the beginning of my decorating life, it never occurred to me that I could remove the awful carpet, but I did think (in some delusional way) that it was perfectly normal to paint the sofa. With coffee.
Never mind the process of how much coffee it took, and how long it took to dry (until the sofa was dragged to the curb), we also couldn’t sit on it, and, it started to smell really bad.

Even now, I don’t understand what I was thinking, but I love that I didn’t care what anyone thought, and I laugh that I made the conscious decision to permanently saturate my sofa with gallons of cold instant coffee.

While I can’t think of anything else as bad as this (well, I can, but it’s too embarrassing to write) I have to confess that my home is a constant moving part of who I am, and I never strive for perfection. However, some things can be avoided, so here are a few of the mistakes that I have made (so you don’t have to).

  • I decided to put my indoor, wool rug outside on the patio. It was a great idea, until it rained. I can’t tell you enough how heavy it became, how many birds pooped on it, how difficult it was to move, and how long it took to dry.
  • A furniture shopping spree ended in disaster when we realized that nothing would fit through our tiny front door. After much discussion, the mover’s had to stand on a picnic table (which promptly broke – thankfully no-one was hurt) and pass everything through the sun-room windows. Then, they couldn’t get it around the corner into the main house, so it all had to live forever in the sun-room.   
  • Another time, I fell in love with a gorgeous, brown, suede paint, but, when I painted it on my bathroom wall it went from gorgeous to gross. (I don’t need to explain). The next day, as soon as the store opened, I ran to buy new (cream) paint.
  • Sometimes, I find things, and in my excitement, forget that they are not new and sparkly clean. I saw a lovely, old mannequin on the side of the road; put it in my car, dragged it inside the house, and admired it in the corner of the Living Room   …… then, three baby mice and a pile of leaves fell through the bottom and onto the floor.   

Wendy E. Wrzos http://wendyandthebluegiraffe.blogspot.com/

vintage-wallpaper

When I moved into my house, over twenty years ago, there was a lot of tiny floral wallpaper (and contact paper – remember that?) all over the house. I promptly wallpapered over it with a gigantic floral wallpaper, and decided that pink and blue flowered linoleum would also be a good idea (to tie it all together, of course).

A year later, I couldn’t stand either of them; the floor came up, and the wallpaper was painted over. I had tried to get it off, but apparently the wallpaper was the only thing holding up the wall; when I peeled off the seventh (yes, really) layer of paper, I could see through to the bathroom on the other side. I am embarrassed to say that I glued it back, stuck on some cardboard, and called it a day.

Like a lot of people, my decorating style changed shortly after. We were all a little traumatized by the cuteness of the 80′s, design quickly flip-flopped into a more formal way of decorating, and everyone fell in love with the concept of coordinating fabrics. Plaids, stripes and chintzy florals were the darlings of the design world, cherry replaced oak, and our fabrics just had to match the pre-pasted border in the kitchen.

In hindsight, it was a world that quickly wore out its welcome. Too many people followed a trend that didn’t suit who they were, and we ended up with a lot of homes that looked the same; personalities were replaced with burgundy stripes, and an unused formality created rooms that struggled to be enjoyed.

Fortunately, trends change, and as we became more casual, the formal patterns still had their place, but happily shared the limelight with more modern ideas. Greedy for more, we now demand that designers give us what we want, and make it affordable.
Right now, there is no limit to what we can have, and where we can find it. We are no longer tied to a trend, we can design our homes exactly how we want, and we can still choose to have pink and blue flowered linoleum ….

Wendy E. Wrzos

http://wendyandthebluegiraffe.blogspot.com/

Gorgeous photograph from things-i-love

 

I love houses. Big houses, medium-sized houses, tree houses…but I adore small houses. My favorite type of architecture includes houses that have slopped roof-lines, courtyards, peaks and valleys. I love natural shingles and natural materials like stone and brick. So when I saw this adorable outdoor garden house I fell in love all over again with the small house.

Just for adults (build the kids one too) this is a place to tell each other secrets, keep out of the rain, take a nap, dream and read the day away. The only light allowed doesn’t require electricity. The only sounds you’ll hear are the crickets. So go ahead and clear out a space in the woods, tuck it in the corner of your yard, or place it right at the end of your patio.

Check out some plans here and outfit your playhouse with some of these items.

Kim Merritt – BeautifulLivingStyle.BlogSpot.com

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Do you remember the romance of travel? Exciting days spent planning a trip, deciding what to wear, and knowing that you would be well taken care of along the way. Lots of pleasant smiles, an extra blanket before you asked, and food that actually tasted good; presented in pretty little packages, with a knife and fork that didn’t bend when you tried to cut a soggy, overcooked green bean.

It used to be fun, and, not that long ago, it was a special occasion to go overseas or take a cruise. We could wave people off, and they would actually have a few moments to stand and wave back. Now, we are herded into tired lines, scared to carry a piece of fruit, and forced to weigh our toothpaste.

But, all is not lost; thankfully, the nice part of travel can still be provoked, and the souvenirs of years ago can easily be found. Vintage pieces mix with the new; reminding us of adventures taken, and how getting ready should be a process, not an App and a pair of slip-on shoes.

Whether you romanticize the past, or have a passion for other countries, here are a few ways to celebrate the old-fashioned joy of travel (without even looking for your passport).

Collect old letters, postcards and stamps (from near and far). Try to find out who sent them, and see if you can trace them to current day families.

 

Indulge yourself with a giant mural of your favorite city. (Enjoy your croissant without ever having to speak a word of French).

 

It doesn’t have to be fancy, expensive, or look real, just buy something that reminds you of where you’d like to go.

 

I think, everyone should have a globe in their house (perfect for dreaming, planning and pretending to brushing up on your Geography skills).

 

The perfect reminder of days-gone-by. Vintage suitcases are always useful, inexpensive, a little smelly sometimes, but colorful, interesting, and very sturdy.

Whether you travel, or not, never forget the adventure….

Wendy E. Wrzos http://wendyandthebluegiraffe.blogspot.com/

Thank you to: www.fancy.com for the Mural, www.jacadi.us for the Stuffed Elephant,www.ladieslotto.com for the Luggage www.1stdibs.com for the Globe www.delcamp.com for the Vintage Note Postcard, and
www.eyedealpostcards.com for the Vintage Airplane Postcard

spring color inspiration

I’m usually not a fan of subtle colors, but when I saw this inspiration board featured in Veranda magazine, it spoke to me. Soothing, serene, yet still infused with some intensity, it inspired me to find these paint colors.

Color Inspiration
BM 808 Sapphire Ice, BM 2069-40 Violet Stone, BM 537 Shades of Spring,
BM 1270 Tara, BM 2067-30 Twilight

 

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