I scanned all these pictures until I realized that it’s probably on the NYT website. It is, and the pictures look a lot better there. Oh well. Good thing I weirdly enjoy scanning things, I should work at Kinkos or something and follow that “do what you love” stuff.

This is the basement of the house, it’s their kids’ playroom. I’m going to need an out of the way room like this when I have kids to keep my sanity.

I love gray walls and white trim and wood chevron floors and eames eiffel chairs and gold curlicue framed mirrors (right brittanee?)

I think the above two lines were taken out of context. Otherwise, what spaces in people, if not used, will die? Obviously your mouth, for food, but I can think of some other inappropriate ones, though their life-or-death use could be up to debate.

I love the wallpaper in the bedroom and the painted silver bed makes it look awesome rather than stuffy.

More rad wallpaper

This is the kitchen. I declare right now that I will have floor to ceiling windows some day.

I love the front graphic and the font used for the titles and such.  Apparently, this was stolen from some middle school, anyone know where Carl E. Winters is?

ooooh optical glass fibers!

cool, looks like it’s floating

I love this last picture so much

I decided today that I didn’t like the huge metal board above my desk anymore, too much visual clutter, so I took it down and hung it up in my little brothers’ room.

Exhibit A:

I scanned most of the papers on it then recycled them, except for the fox on the overstuffed chair, which my 12 year old brother finds hilarious for some reason and wanted to hang in his room.

Ah! so naked.  I decided on a shelf since all the knickknacks/crap on my desk falls off the back all the time.  I found an oak board and tools I needed in my parents garage, though a power drill would have been nice, and another person.  Also, is there a tool that can find studs?  Because my hearing is not one of them.

I oiled up the board with some “Howard Naturals Wood Conditioner” and flattering words to bring out it’s inner beauty.

I decided to put one of the big ugly brackets on the corner for extra support and the other 2/3 of the way down because that’s a rule or something.  Then, using a leveler on top, and my head under to hold it up, I nailed the shelf to the wall.  I didn’t even drop the it once or hit myself in the face with the back of the hammer like I thought I was going to.  I wish I had a picture of that process but if there was another person there to take it, they would have been holding the shelf instead.

Now a little vignetting…

TA-DA!

Things I learned:

+ Don’t place the bracket flush with the edge of the board, especially if it’s in a corner that is greater than 90 degrees like my weird shaped room has. Instead, let it hang off the edge slightly.

+ Find the studs and use screws, not nails, so it can actually support things and be flush with the wall.  I’m hoping my boyfriend will read this and come fix it for me, preferably in a cape and wielding a power drill, but for now, everything except the miniature porcelain paper crane will stay left justified.

I hope he doesn’t jump