Slipper chairs for the boudoir…

My BFF recently added a simply lovely four-poster bed from Four Hands in her master suite. There’s ample space for a seating area in her expansive room, Gadora proposes, and inquired, “How do you feel about slipper chairs?” She likes. Scoured the internets yesterday looking for both inspiration, and an affordable option, so I might present several for The BFF to consider…

Suzie Page on Apartment Therapy
Suzie Page on Apartment Therapy

Late yesterday Apartment Therapy posted a house tour by Austin’s own Adrienne Breaux and it is LOVELY. While the wall color is stunning, it is the pairing of the room’s two feminine chairs that caught my eye. Merriam-Webster dictionary defines a slipper chair as “an armless upholstered chair with short legs. Originally used in the bedroom, slipper chairs are now used as accent seating in living rooms, family rooms and even offices.”

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Gadora featured in Watercolor Artist magazine

Gadora’s been perusing the local book stores lately. A little birdie told me there’d be an Animal Print mention in Watercolor Artist magazine’s holiday gift guide, but they’d all been sold or were awaiting current issue. After a few fruitful days in North Texas, Gadora returned home to find two copies addressed to my attention…

Watercolor Artist holiday issue
Watercolor Artist holiday issue

Watercolor Artist ran “Audry ~ Cairn Terrier” as the barks-person, hers is a darling Animal Print for sure! Thank you so much Jessica for the mention. It is truly appreciated.

The ballad of Bosley Headward…

Bosley’s Animal Print request* came via a local Austin designer, “I desperately want to get a painting of my dog, Bosley. He’s my baby and best friend, and unfortunately he is now in the last stages of liver cancer with only a few weeks to live.”

Since Emily’s request and this posting, Bosley lost his battle with liver cancer, she had called the day before to confirm his portrait. Gadora hopes this post, along with his Animal Print, will serve as an ode to Bosley.

Bosley
Bosley

After initial request, Emily directed me to her Facebook page where she proudly displays 4 pages of Mister Personality. They reveal Bosley’s proclivity towards dress up… They admittedly entertained me for an hour, and inspired a few words, too.

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Not so mellow yellow…

Late last week a dear friend won on ebay, with an admirably low bid, this marvelous Mid-century modern yellow Drexel credenza. Beforehand she sent its picture around, wondering if we liked it too. Oh, YEAH! Get it girl, I hoped.

Drexel credenza
Drexel credenza

It is a lovely yellow dresser. And when she sent around the “I won!!” email, I was even more elated. It’s yellow. It’s long. And it’s perfect for her space! Happy, happy.

Today’s gloomy day outside of Dallas challenges my happy place. Sure, there’s the homemade cookies she and I made this weekend, the left-over Maltese doggie kisses, and my almost-finished project in the garage. But it’s not yellow. This drippy weather makes me blue.

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Hook ’em horns…

On Saturday I spent a few hours (perhaps a few too many) at a South Austin bar (sports, bleh!) to watch the much-hyped Texas vs. OU football match-up. We have some rowdy folks in these parts, and they LOVE their football. The following day, I slowly moved toward Fredericksburg where Gadora toured Inn at Bella Vista. Somehow we got to talking about deer. And shooting them. Having once lived just outside of town, I remember ruminants were indeed plentiful in those parts, as the land was alive with brush.

Moose head at Z Gallerie
Moose head at Z Gallerie

I helped dress a deer once, in fact, we ate that kill. But no deer ever inconvenienced me by stepping in front of my vehicle, so I’ve got no beef with them. I detest trophy kills. Once I’d paused on an Outdoor channel where they showed a handsome buck, then a guy in the brush who saw that deer and said, “My God he’s beautiful,” then unloaded a clip in his side. Really dude? So my fascination with the likeness of their regal heads on proud display baffles me. I’d much rather see a screaming TX fan, or that one Sooner kid with the wagon on his head, or a camouflaged trophy hunter silenced with his head on a plaque. But I digress. I do, however, like alternatives… and fell in love with this Moose head at Z Gallerie.

Glossy resin moose
Glossy resin moose

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