It's mid 90's this week and our 100 year old house is hot upstairs, but very pleasant in the basement. We need to replace the 2 extremely ugly light fixtures over the stairway anyway, so I think to save on AC costs installing 2 ceiling fans would help pull up some of that cool air. Plus the visual impact of two fans in a row would be awesomeness. So here are my criteria: they have to be hugger (flush mount) since the ceiling is only 8 ft. They have to be 36in blade diameter since there are 2 of them in a small space and they have to have lights. Oh and they have to be cool looking. So far I have found 2 that fit the bill. Both at Lumens. Both about $400. So I will have to wait to get them for awhile. Which do you like?
Picture this one without the drop pole. Do you have a good source for fans? Or are they taboo to you?
This is sitting in my front yard. We had it cut down on Saturday. And before you go all tree-hugger on me, we are planting about 6 to replace it. This monster is a black walnut and it rained down slimy walnuts that injured cars and people and made it impossible to live in our front yard. The only thing that would grow underneath it were moles. (like the animal, creepy little things)
The mister thought we would sell the wood. Then we thought how cool would it be to tell people that our walnut floor was once a tree standing in our yard? So now we are researching that option. Meanwhile, the tree continues to mock me while it prevents the landscape projects from starting still. I'll show you tree, one day I will be walking all over you.
I wasn't really a soccer/football fan before but....
And I enjoyed this article in Vanity Fair. Here is an excerpt:
In 38 days, it begins. The World Cup captivates more people around the globe than any other event, sporting or otherwise. Every four years, in pubs and corporate boardrooms, thatched huts and flophouses, fans of “the Beautiful Game” gather around televisions and transistor radios—and now, for the deep of pocket, iPhones and 3-D flat screens—to cheer for their heroes. They watch and listen by the billions, holding their breath at every corner kick, falling to their knees or leaping for joy at every goal scored. That this year’s tournament is in South Africa, where apartheid was the law of the land until 1994, only adds to the heightened sense of celebration—this is about a whole lot more than just soccer.
Since the mister has been out of work he has kept himself busy with many projects around the house and yard, like this, this, and my kitchen where he replaced the sink, countertops, faucet, and put in a tile backsplash which I will post when he grouts it. He likes to get a project 90% done and then leave it for awhile. I don't know why, but I try not to complain since he is so handy. And handsome.
Last summer he built this "tree house". This spring he finished the sandbox underneath. I would love to add one more detail.
Wouldn't it look awesome to use Sunbrella drapes to enclose the sandbox, and have them tied around the post like these from Pottery Barn?But Since I don't yet have drapes in my living room it would be a little silly to drop $800 to perfect the tree house.
Whoa. I don't know if I should feel ashamed, disgusted, or sorry for envying their sex appeal. The proper response would probably be a mix of the three. Mainly I just feel jealous. I've never looked that sexy in my life.
If you are too disturbed to watch the whole routine just skip to the last 30 seconds. It's the best/worst part.
Do these kids even have parents? Or just a dance teacher and a pimp?
I have many grads in my life this year and my favorite place to get them gifts is a local shop called Patina. Walking into the store is a feast for the eyes, as they have a little of everything all beautifully styled and arranged in color themes. Here are a few picks I though looked good, and you can order them online if you are not near the TC metro area.
The mister has a job interview tomorrow. He has always worked in the hockey industry, but this one is with a wine distributer who specializes in what happens to be my favorite drink of all time: Prosecco! Coincidence? I think not. Surely it is a sign from above.