I loved the video Anthology magazine posted on its site that showed a bedroom wall covered in vintage book pages. I decided to do something similar in my guest room. I figured I'd put painter's tape in stripes along the wall and then on top of that put double sided tape so that I wouldn't ruin the walls. Then stick the pages to the tape.
I found a book at our local antique shop, didn't know anything about the author or book but I loved that it had photographs and renderings throughout the pages. It legit took me a few days to start the project because I felt really guilty about tearing up a book, nevermind one almost 100 years old.
Enter today's snow day and I figured I had no more excuses. I started tearing it up and stuck it up to the wall. I love how it came out. We'll see how the tape/pages fare in time, but then I thought about the book. Pictures to come soon.
Then I don't know why but I google searched the author and the book. Enter more guilt. He was a well known photographer and his books are fairly well know as well. I paid $30 for the book, so I knew it wasn't just any old book, but it was one of the only one I like the pages inside for the room. Eek.
I just ordered another copy of the book off of amazon.com because I feel so guilty about tearing up a book published originally in 1938 and it will be prominently displayed in the room once I finish all the other decorating. Who said interior decorating was easy!?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
In more important news
than whether I accomplished the goals I set for myself to accomplish before my 29th birthday, I finally won the last issue of Domino magazine that I needed to have the complete set!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Nothing like starting 2011 off with a bang!
Goodness gracious. Sometimes I wonder about myself, like really, am I sane? Does a normal person react the same way I do to certain things?
For example.
This morning my cell phone rang, my parent's house was calling. Well, someone from their house was calling. I answer my new iPhone (thanks Mom and Dad for the early bday present) and put it on speaker because I'm still in bed and it's just easier. It's my Mom, except she sounds weird.
You know those voice changer things that people speak into and it changes their voice to sound like something else? Well. My Mother sounded like she was sick, losing her voice and speaking through a voice changer. She sounded like she was whispering. I couldn't understand a word that she said.
I asked if she was sick? Was she alright? And then panic mode set in- what was going on? For some reason my mind automatically jumped to the sane (doubtful) conclusion that my Mother was hiding under her bed, whispering into her cell phone because she/my family is being attacked. I keep asking her if she's alright but I can't understand what she's saying to me.
Then she hangs up on me.
I now go into uber-panic mode. Jump out of bed. Throw on a sweatshirt. Grab my car keys, impatiently wait for my newly installed garage door opener (thanks Dad, last year's bday present, installed about a month ago, no worries, better late than never) to open and then I drive like a maniac to my parents house.
On the way I called my parents house and my Mom answered. In a normal voice that was not all Darth Vadery. I yell out, are you alright????? She's like, yes, I'm fine! Something was wrong with one of our phones, I was just about to text you.
I pull over and immediately start laughing and crying hysterically. She's fine. My Father is fine. My brother is fine. Everybody's fine [well, maybe except me] and no one is under attack. I couldn't stop laughing, or crying for that matter, because I had worked myself up so much. Jeesh.
Am I going out on a limb here to say that I may have a problem? This isn't normal, right?
The plot thickens: [actually, you could argue it becomes crystal clear]
When I did return to my parents house later in the afternoon under normal circumstances to tell my Dad about a new house project for us to build (a C table for my living room) and ask to see my Mom's laptop so I could show him the plans. He promptly proceeds to pull my Mother's laptop out from underneath the couch.
That's where they're keeping their computers from now on.
If someone breaks into the house, the thieves won't look there but if it's sitting on the kitchen counter where she normally keeps it, she's shit out of luck.
Somehow to me, this seems insane, while my reaction earlier in the day seems utterly normal under the circumstances....Thoughts? Advice? Phone numbers of therapists for me to begin seeing?
For example.
This morning my cell phone rang, my parent's house was calling. Well, someone from their house was calling. I answer my new iPhone (thanks Mom and Dad for the early bday present) and put it on speaker because I'm still in bed and it's just easier. It's my Mom, except she sounds weird.
You know those voice changer things that people speak into and it changes their voice to sound like something else? Well. My Mother sounded like she was sick, losing her voice and speaking through a voice changer. She sounded like she was whispering. I couldn't understand a word that she said.
I asked if she was sick? Was she alright? And then panic mode set in- what was going on? For some reason my mind automatically jumped to the sane (doubtful) conclusion that my Mother was hiding under her bed, whispering into her cell phone because she/my family is being attacked. I keep asking her if she's alright but I can't understand what she's saying to me.
Then she hangs up on me.
I now go into uber-panic mode. Jump out of bed. Throw on a sweatshirt. Grab my car keys, impatiently wait for my newly installed garage door opener (thanks Dad, last year's bday present, installed about a month ago, no worries, better late than never) to open and then I drive like a maniac to my parents house.
On the way I called my parents house and my Mom answered. In a normal voice that was not all Darth Vadery. I yell out, are you alright????? She's like, yes, I'm fine! Something was wrong with one of our phones, I was just about to text you.
I pull over and immediately start laughing and crying hysterically. She's fine. My Father is fine. My brother is fine. Everybody's fine [well, maybe except me] and no one is under attack. I couldn't stop laughing, or crying for that matter, because I had worked myself up so much. Jeesh.
Am I going out on a limb here to say that I may have a problem? This isn't normal, right?
The plot thickens: [actually, you could argue it becomes crystal clear]
When I did return to my parents house later in the afternoon under normal circumstances to tell my Dad about a new house project for us to build (a C table for my living room) and ask to see my Mom's laptop so I could show him the plans. He promptly proceeds to pull my Mother's laptop out from underneath the couch.
That's where they're keeping their computers from now on.
If someone breaks into the house, the thieves won't look there but if it's sitting on the kitchen counter where she normally keeps it, she's shit out of luck.
Somehow to me, this seems insane, while my reaction earlier in the day seems utterly normal under the circumstances....Thoughts? Advice? Phone numbers of therapists for me to begin seeing?
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