Inspiration

I'm feeling inspired. SO inspired. By SO MANY things. Is this what they call "nesting"?

It may prove problematic.

Here's the thing: I love love love pretty and unique things. Emphasis on unique. And pretty. It's sort of a running joke around the house that everything I like is impossible to find.

For instance, this awesome illusion vase:


It's. so. cool. It actually has a small green plastic rod that holds up the top of the vase sort of like an axle on a wheel. It's green and stem-like, so it totally blends in with ...ya know...the stems. I found it for 75% off at a modern art museum in California one time. It puzzled and amazed several visitors to my home. I adored it. Then, one of our lovely cats sent it crashing to the floor, where it was irreparably shattered. LIFE IS SO UNFAIR.

Then P decided to give me a replacement as a surprise and the only one C could find had to be flown in from Europe. I don't even want to think about the shipping costs. Good thing the first thing was so cheap.

This Christmas I had a small, inexpensive book on my wishlist, called "The Library of Babel." I'm really into the etchings of imaginary libraries done by the book's illustrator, Erik Desmarzieres. I wish wish wish I could have some of his prints, but they're like, expensive, and hardly ever for sale. There's a whole collection of them in the University Club of New York, and it's so cool because they have a whole series of the imaginary library ones in their library!

I think I should totally meet up with whoever made that incredibly clever decorating decision, because we would clearly get along.

The point is this: the book is still in print. It's only $20. And yet it was only for sale in France.

I don't do it on purpose, but it just happens.

Okay, so now that it's been established that I can't make things easy, let me introduce you to my new love and fascination (bordering on obsession):




It's a sofa, decorated with crewel-work that looks like an octopus in the deep dark ocean. It's SO COOL.

I know! I told you.

And it's even easy to find! It's right here on the Anthropologie website. There's a catch, though. I don't want to spend this much money on it. No, I really don't. P, if you're reading this DO NOT INTERPRET THIS TO MEAN that I want you to buy this sofa for me and surprise me with it. I don't want IT. I just WANT it. See? It's very clear.

So, the obvious solution is that I need to learn some mad crewel-ing skills pronto. Oh, and upholstery.

THEN, if I knew how to make my own crewel upholstery fabric I could do whatever design I wanted. I could do a sofa and a rug. And pillows. I could do the whole darned nursery.

Maybe I'm getting carried away.

Perhaps an infant should grow up a bit and get some life experience before it has to face this crewel world head on. (heh. yesssssssssssss. You had to see that one coming.)