Monthly Archives: January 2012


‘Denza. Done.

With the majority of our frames (because yes, there’s more that didn’t make it to the wall!) up off the floor and our fauxdenza being done, there’s been an onslaught of open spaces in this home. There’s less tripping down the hall, cleaner counter tops and an overall feeling of satisfaction. Wait, you see what I did there?KEEP READING >


Get Your Gallery On.

You might remember when we collected a gaggle of ornate frames from the Pittsburgh thrift niche over the holidays. While we love a good, gaudy gold, we’re not totally sold on the “fakes.” (You know, the ones made of plastic and weigh next to nothing). But that’s not to say we don’t want those, too – quite theKEEP READING >


A(nother) Lighting Love Story

To the light in my studio, I love you. Like, a lot. (Scott, too.) Even though you’re surrounded by paint bins, drop cloths and cans of mineral spirits, you still look so fine. You’re so… big. And bright! Oh, happy, happy sigh. Um, but, really. We couldn’t be more thrilled with our lighting purchase. However, this is notKEEP READING >


The State of Things

First of all, thank you, thank you for all the help with my upholstery dilemma. You gave good, level-headed advice for good, well-rounded decisions – something I feel we’ve been lacking in as of late. Loaded plates and big to-dos have been clogging our noodles, and we’re determined to stick to our new year,KEEP READING >


Full Length

Aside from a $9 Target mirror I scrimped for in college (which was unfortunately dubbed a fat mirror; you know the kind), I’ve never owned a legitimate full length mirror. This realization is usually met in (mock) horror by my girlfriends, which I’ve never understood until last night. After an Ikea day last week, Scott and I picked upKEEP READING >


To Do?

Some of you might remember my, um, inheritance from my grandma. As mentioned here, a million dollars couldn’t come close to Ol’ Timey, a folder of childhood drawings and the mustard chair. When she downsized from her large, Pittsburgh home (to a cutie pie condo, no less), we were thrilled to bequeath said items, and Miss Mustard hadKEEP READING >