Corner of our home.
Well I thought I'd try to squeak in a Friday post all quick-like today before I head off to work. Otherwise, I know I will leave posting until nearly midnight, which probably makes the idea of a Friday post moot. I'm kind of famous for doing that, so I'll give myself a little preemptive pat on the back right now for not procrastinating, even though the following words will be riddled with spelling errors. My apologies to the grammar police.
We woke up this morning to a truly beautiful mix of rain and sun. I'm told the rain is here to stay and for now, at least, I'm finding it incredibly beautiful. In six months, I migh have a different opinion, but at the moment, all I can say is that things are GOR-GEOUS. Those leaves you see in the above photo have changed colors overnight. I sleepily stumbled into the room today and my jaw dropped at the bright shock of red just outside the window. There the leaves were, just hangin' out like they had been that color all along. Oh, beautiful fall. Quick fall. Always surprising fall.
I've been pouring over all my favorite design mags again, and feeling very decoratey. It's probably just the strong nesting instinct that surfaces around this time of year, or it could be the fact that we've been living bachelor-pad style for the last two months, but truly, I blame it on Portland thrift stores. Yes, I am making friends with Portland thrift. At first, I was aghast at the slightly-above-thrift prices (You mean you want TEN dollars for this table instead of three?!!!), but we've found a few gems that make the extra few bucks worth it. Evidence: the above chair and side table purchased for pocket change. Sure they need some work and a little love. I plan to paint the doors on the table a mustardy yellow (or white, can't decide), and re-stain the chair to match the teak credenza. All in all, not too shabby for a quick jaunt to the Goodwill, I say. And I'm loving the things I'm seeing in Marie Claire Maison right now:
While my tastes definately tend toward the mid-century, minimalist, and neutral, I'm still such a sucker for all things rustic. Can't get it out of my system. I probably vistited one too many flea markets with grandpa growing up, because I literally flip out over beautifully worn farm tables and mismatched chairs. Ah, here's another lovely one...
Well today is a big day, my friends. For Aaron anyway (and consequently, our livelihood). His first review came out this morning in the Portland Tribune. I think can safely say it was a great review, but it's so poorly written, and lacks any kind of definite conclusion, that I can't bear to link to it. The Tribune is a local free paper, and I'm thinking they somehow talked a high-school student into writing food columns for them. I wouldn't be surprised. Aaron will also be on the news this evening at 5pm (channel 2), and has photographers coming into to take all kinds of fancy photos for upcoming press releases. Good effing grief. The boy has PR people. I like to think about that and laugh dejectedly when I'm schlepping heavy books around and dealing with customers who try to convince me that James Patterson is the greatest writer of our time. (Life is funny sometimes.)
I hope you all have a lovely, lovely weekend. I will likely spend my time trying to finish the fall swap packages, gathering horse chestnuts, trying those recipes, and walking around. I hope there will be lots of walking around.