What’s the difference between sisal and seagrass?

 

You’ve heard of sisal.  You’ve heard of seagrass.  So what’s the difference between the two?

 

 

 

People often use these terms interchangeably–and even more frequently mispronounce “sisal”.  (Say “sigh-zhel” quickly and with a slight slur and you’ve got it right.) The confusion is understandable as the two do have quite a bit in common. Both are natural, renewable fibers used to create rugs and wall-to-wall flooring. They are somewhat similar in appearance with their woven texture and natural hues and look strikingly rich–although each generally costs less than most nylon carpets and certainly less than wool. But perhaps their greatest asset is their stylistic versatility. Sisal and seagrass are idea candidates for nearly any design direction from chic to shabby, modern to traditional.

 

 

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Chevron-patterned seagrass. Photo source: Lonny.

 

 

 

However, as someone who has lived with both, I can tell you these two are not the same, nor do they wear the same. They’re not even made from the same plant! And that’s just the beginning of their differences. Here are the rest, including pros and cons.

 

 

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Memorize this: this is sisal.

 

 

Agave Sisalana: Sisal fibers are extracted from the crushed leaves of the agave plant. (Nope, not the one used to make tequila.) The telltale look of sisal flooring is tight, neatly woven rows that are natural in color; however the absorbent fibers can also be dyed and/or woven into patterns such as a chevron pattern. These same fibers are used to make rope and scratching posts for cats which gives you an idea of how soft it’s going to be: not very. So maybe not ideal for still-crawling children, but the problem isn’t lack-of-softness as much as it is sisal’s sensitivity to stains.

 

 

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Sisal stair runner. Photo source: J.K. Kling Associates.

 

 

 

You spill, you stain: Sisal and seagrass both start out as beauties, but, unlike seagrass, sisal is so absorbent that it can soon turn beastly with blemishes. If you spill wine on sisal, you have two options: learn to live with the stain or throw the flooring out. If you think the third option should be clean with water or carpet cleaner, think again. Most cleansers will discolor the sisal, and water, as odd as it sounds, may stain sisal, leaving a watermark behind. The one way to “fix” a watermark is to wet the entire surface which is not, of course, a great option for wall-to-wall installation (as moisture can be trapped below the flooring leading to mold, mildew and/or subfloor damage). For rugs, make sure the rug has an arid, sunny spot to dry or a mold/mildew problem may trump any stain issue you were originally trying to ameliorate.

 

 

 

 

dark-sisalDyed sisal.

 

 

 

The splendor of seagrass: Like sisal, seagrass also comes in a chevron pattern, but its classic and most common look is a basket weave (although the spacing and thickness of the weave will vary). Unlike the crushed fibers that comprise sisal, seagrass is a marsh-growing weed and no stranger to water. During production, the slick skin of the reed is kept intact making it somewhat impervious to stains. Seagrass is also inherently static-free and therefore dust and dirt repellent. A clean, damp cloth can be used to blot away most spills if you catch them right away. Note: I have used 5 parts water to one part bleach to remove stains of the potty-training-a-dog-variety. 🙂

 

 

 

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Memorize this: this is seagrass in its most common, classic form.

 

 

 

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Seagrass woven into a chevron pattern.

 

 

 

Soak it up: Seagrass’s resistance to moisture makes it equally resistant to dye. This is why you will almost always see it in its natural state which is slightly green when first unrolled; in a week or so, after interior exposure to light and air, it will dry and turn a shade of wheat. Note: When sisal or seagrass are insalled wall-to-wall, they can be treated as a hard surface with rugs thrown atop them; however, seagrass, more than sisal, needs to breathe. Any areas you cover with a  rug will stay green longer. You will also want to avoid placing plastic mats, like the ones used to protect a floor from rolling office chairs, on top of seagrsass, as you risk trapping moisture (again with that pesky potential for mold and mildew!).

 

 

 

 

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Seagrass flooring. Photo source: Architectural Digest. Designer: Suzanne Kasler.

 

 

 

 

Sticky situation: Both sisal and seagrass can be cut and bound into custom-sized rugs (have the edges bound or they will fray and unravel) or installed wall-to-wall. The edges can be bound in anything from plain cotton to a leather that has been tooled to resemble alligator skin. If you choose cotton, select something in the dust color family which will show dirty footprints less than darker shades–even if that sounds totally counter-intuitive! it is important to note that sisal and seagrass come with a latex backing that helps hold the rug together and provides a built-in cushion. If you have hardwood floors, do not lay your rug directly on them since over time the latex back may stick to the hardwood. Note: when selecting a rug pad, use one that is rated to go over hardwood floors as some of the perforated rug pads have been known to (gulp!) adhere to hardwood floors, as well.

 

 

 

 

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Seagrass rug. Photo source: unknown.

 

 

 

Wall to wall: Unlike regular carpet, instead of resting atop a pad and being stretched in place with tackstrip, the latex backing of sisal oar seagrass is glued directly to the subfloor. If a spongier surface is desired–after all, this tightly woven floor is less cushy than regular carpet to begin with–a urethane pad can be added. This is a special pad is made specifically for use with natural fiber flooring. One side will be glued to the seagrass with a permanent adhesive and the other side, the one that will rest on your subfloor, must be glued with a pressure-sensitive adhesive. This step is crucial so if you ever decide to remove the pad and flooring you can, without pulling up part of your subfloor (whether wood or concrete) with it. A notable benefit of wall-to-wall sisal and seagrass is that they are so tightly woven that dirt is less likely to penetrate through to the backing, which means dirt and debris are kept mostly on the surface where they can easily be swept or vacuumed.

 

 

 

 

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Seagrass installed wall to wall. Photo source: Lauren Liess. Designer: Lauren Liess.

 

 

 

 

Shrinkage: The fact is, natural fibers shrink. While they are stored on a roll, moisture is retained, but once the material is unrolled and exposed to light and air, seagrass can shrink up to 3″ on each side. It is imperative that not only is shrinkage accounted for when your rooms are measured but that the installer who cuts your flooring waits at least 24 hours for the material to shrink to size before the final trimming and gluing commences. Any sooner and your carpet will gap at the walls!

 

 

 

 

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Natural fiber rugs (likely sisal or jute). Source: Eric Olsen Design.

 

 

 

 

Hold it down!: Even well-installed sisal or seagrass needs something to keep its raw edges from fraying at the walls. If you already have baseboard, shoe molding can be installed to the base of the baseboard or, for a touch of whimsy, natural rope, 1/2″ or thicker, can be hot glued in place.

 

 

 

 

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Seagrass runner in chevron pattern bound with light colored cotton binding tape. Photo source: Shine Your Light.

 

 

 

So-so seams: While most nylon carpet is 12′ wide, sisal and seagrass generally span 13′ 2″. This is a big plus as many bedrooms are 12′ or narrower, meaning no seams are necessary. (As with any woven or looped flooring, seams on sisal or seagrass are harder to hide than on thick, cut-pile carpet.) However, if your rooms are wide, don’t worry. A good installer can work wonders with side seams. Cross or T-seams are another story, though, and should be entirely avoided to prevent an obvious split or frayed seam later on.

 

 

 

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Sisal rug. Source: Emily Henderson.

 

 

 

 

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Sisal rug. Source: Serena and Lily.

 

 

 

What’s that smell?: Unlike sisal, seagrass has a strong, basket-like smell that becomes especially pungent in humid weather or when a house has been sealed up for a while. This is a natural smell that is pleasing to many, but make sure you can include yourself in that bunch before you have it installed in your home. Take a close whiff of the sample and then imagine that smell concentrated and hitting your nose like a wall when you open your front door after an extended vacation.

 

 

 

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The finicky foot: Whether you choose sisal or seagrass, understand that both are highly textured and thus very bumpy underfoot. The texture falls under the “love it or hate it” category. Before purchasing either, walk on a sample barefoot. This is especially important if you don’t wear shoes at home. Some will find the nubby texture like a massage (interestingly, usually women); others may actually find it painful (men).

 

 

 

 

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Seagrass. Source: Lauren Liess.

 

 

Personally, I love seagrass and I love sisal, but I love seagrass a bit more for its stain-resistant properties.  It’s a great compromise between carpet and a hard surface flooring (such as wood or tile). I am fairly anti-carpet so whenever I can talk a client out of installing carpet in a bedroom or living room I feel I have done a public service (carpet holds dirt, dust mites, and is, in general, just very unhygienic), but when there isn’t enough money in the budget to replace carpet with a hard surface like wood, stone, or tile, seagrass is a great alternative as it is stain-resistant, natural, classic, and just so good to look at!

 

 

This post is an adaptation of my column, Design Intervention, and first appeared in the Santa Barbara News-Press.

 

 

Happy decorating! 🙂

 

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Project Updates and a Kitchen Reveal!

 

 

I was all set to write a day-after-the-election post. It was going to begin something like this: “Phew!” And then things turned out…as they did…and I have been feeling quite the opposite of “phew!” But through the brow furrowing, stomach dropping, hand wringing and general sense of, “My God, What Have We Done?”* as President Obama cheerfully reminded us–perhaps a wee bit cheerier than our tear stained, swollen-eyed heads were ready to hear–yes, the sun did come up. And so we breathe. And focus. And try to stay calm–or peacefully protest; it’s your prerogative. 🙂

 

 

*Quote attribution: Commander Robert Lewis as the bomb detonated over Hiroshima.

 

 

Okay, on to design. Who doesn’t love a good Before and After? I missed the After up until a few weeks ago because much of the installation happened while I was having a baby and taking care of said baby, but I was recently able to see the transformation in person.

 

 

The Before

 

 

 

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And one more..

 

 

 

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The After

 

 

 

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Ahh…So nice, right?

 

 

 

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One detail that, unfortunately, isn’t visible in the Before photos is the ceiling which was formerly smooth. In order to give it some pizazz, the plan was to add tongue and groove boards. There was a bit of a debate about whether to go with the tight wainscotted look associated with country farmhouses (this house is a 1920s colonial-meets-Craftsman) which was already originally used in some areas of the house versus wider (think shiplap) boards. It was a funny moment when the contractor flipped the sample of the skinny version over and we realized if we installed the skinny stuff backwards, we’d get the much wider dimensions that I had visions of dancing in my head.  With that visual literally in hand, (and a stack of photos I’d brought to illustrate how much BETTER the wider boards would look), the client was convinced and this beautiful ceiling was born. I now think 2/3 of America’s kitchens need this ceiling. It is that good.

 

 

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We reserved the furniture foot for the sink area only, which added some mega charm.

 

 

 

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It’s hard to see from the photo, but the porcelain tile has this watery gray glaze with tons of subtle crazing (crackles in the glaze) so it becomes even more interesting the closer you get.

 

 

 

In other news, here is a bathroom at a different home that looked like this when I first “met” it…

 

 

 

 

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It’s quickly becoming the zen-like space the clients were after, starting with the shower. More photos to come after the installation is complete and it’s ready for its close-up.

 

 

 

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On to another house that is getting the full gut-job (which always leads to some of the most exciting results). Walls were bumped out, footings poured; new windows in different sizes and locations than the previous windows were also installed. Here is the kitchen, looking rather naked.

 

 

 

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A little less naked…

 

 

 

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Getting dressed in its Limestone (color: Ash) backsplash along with Caesarstone quartz counters (color: Raven). “Jewelry” (hardware, appliances, sink, etc.) to come.

 

 

 

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The double-sided fireplace was formerly raw brick on the kitchen side (as seen below) and clad in large 70s style stones on the other.

 

 

 

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Kitchen-side view of the double-sided fireplace.

 

 

It has now been refreshed with stucco.

 

 

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Rough coat

 

 

 

smooth-coat-stucco-double-sided-fireplaceSmooth coat.

 

 

 

The hearth will be made of this very bold cement tile which the flooring installers were figuring out how to picture-frame with the new wood flooring when I took this shot, (dirty footprints, and all!).

 

 

 

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Mantels have been chosen…

 

 

 

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The master bath has been redesigned to be devoid of shower walls or even a shower curb. Instead there will be one 18″ wide glass fin that goes from floor to almost the ceiling to separate the shower from the rest of the room and the tile floor will gradually slope toward the drain to keep the water headed in that direction. In order to do this, we were limited to a 2″ x 2″ tile size so a white hex it is. A Japanese soaking tub will live in the corner.

 

 

 

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No tile necessary:  instead, white Merlex Super Shower Finish (looks very similar to smooth stucco) on the shower walls!

 

 

 

All the components of the master bath (floor, walls, tub, toilet, sink, and counter) will be white except for the...dark blue…master vanity.

 

 

 

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Master vanity color options. Winner on the right.

 

 

 

New board and batten siding replaced the former siding that had dimensions that just felt off (too bulky).

 

 

 

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Sticking with the house “getting dressed” analogy, it  now looks a bit like it’s wearing a pin-striped suit, in a handsome-man sort of way. We have since chosen the world’s best shade of exterior white (at least we think so after much agonizing) which definitely tones down the “pin stripes” (aka the battens).

 

 

 

My client mentioned wanting a red door in the very, very beginning and I immediately started showing him alternative colors because I didn’t see this house as having the traditional, done-so-many-times-before red door. But we worked our way back to the red family and finally found a winner with an orange-ish red which I Iove because it takes the drama of a red door and adds a kind of pop art spin. Is it too soon to suggest orange is the new red?

 

 

 

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Here is Kai at 10-months-old helping me select a grout color for the backsplash.

 

 

 

kai-looking-at-tileHe chose wisely!

 

 

 

PS, I had such a nice response to the How To Clean A Sheepskin Rug post (thank you, all!) that I have decided it is time to sift through my old Design Intervention newspaper columns and give them a new lease on life on my blog. For those of you who read them when they were first published, I hope you don’t mind seeing them again. And for those of you who have never read them, I think/hope they will teach you something new and since they will exist here on the blog, they will be easy to reference if/when you need to. Posting them is one of my goals for the New Year, so I figured if I wrote about it here, I might feel compelled to actually make  it happen! I know the sun will come out if I do it or don’t, but we might as well all keep doing our best, right? Here’s to fighting the good fight and doing what we can!

 

 

Wishing you a peaceful and wonderful Thanksgiving! 🙂

 

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How to clean a sheepskin rug!

 

Things change.  Just the other day Oxford University Press announced Christopher Marlowe’s name will be cozying up next to Shakespeare’s as co-author of at least three plays in Henry VI. So after years of speculation and fine-tooth word-combing, we discover the Lone Bard wasn’t the sole scribe after all. Similarly, (if you are open to the word “similarly” being used very loosely), furniture made with galvanized metal and rivets and exposed bolts and parts that make it look like it hailed from an industrial center is not the hot commodity it once was. And, in the world of rugs, chevron rugs with all their zigs and zags, which used to seem so charmingly graphic, are now so “yesteryear”.

 

 

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Source: Unknown.

 

And now?

 

Sheepskin rugs are today’s underfoot darling with their no-color, all-texture simplicity–and what a texture! You will want to sink your face into the thick fluff and stroke it like you are petting the dear lamb it once was–yet they have been around so long (heck, my grandmother used to decorate with them!) they seem in without risk of ever being out.

 

 

And they are lovely.

 

 

 

Add one to a plain chair that is crying out for a little something more and not only have you increased the style quotient, but padding for the tushy (and/or utilized the auxiliary side benefit of camouflaging caning that was badly in need of repair 🙂 ).

 

 

 

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Source: Pop Sugar.

 

 

Have a crying baby? That wail could mean, “My nursery is missing a sheepskin rug!” Incorporate one and suddenly there is the softest, cloud-like landing for your little one who is just learning to crawl or walk. (Note: Most baby books warn that while the fleecy fluffiness of a sheepskin rug may make a beautiful backdrop for an Anne Geddes-esque photo, DO NOT let your infant sleep on one as there is a risk of resulting suffocation.)

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

Ooh. Ahh.

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

 

They seriously up the style ante.

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

Design plan: remove two cushions from sofa. Place on floor. Drape a sheepskin rug on each. Done.

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

 

They just look so amazing.

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

 

Until they don’t.

 

 

 

Behold our sheepskin rug, purchased only two years ago, and in a very sullied state. (We have dogs. And apparently very dirty feet.)

 

 

 

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Lackluster at best. Disgusting grimy-grossness at worst.

 

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

 

While sheepskin rugs are fairly reasonably priced (you can find them at various sources such as Pottery Barn, Serena and Lily and Crate and Barrel; I found mine at Costco for $149), they are not so reasonably priced that you’ll want to replace one very often. So instead of casting mine off to Craigslist and buying a new one, I put two and two together: my hair always looks better when brushed. Let’s see if brushing will revive a sheepskin rug.

 

 

First, I shook it to remove loose dirt and debris. Because this was impulsive experiment, I used my actual hairbrush (which you can see–unless you avert your eyes, which I’d totally understand–has my actual hairs still in it!). I have since read that a wire-bristled pet brush is recommended and that certainly eliminates the questionable unhygienic practice of sharing a hairbrush with a surface that rests on the floor and is regularly walked upon. You may want to purchase said brush for this specific purpose because if you use the same brush you use for your dog or cat, you risk transferring dog or cat fur to your rug. (Interestingly, human hair which is much longer, does not present this problem.)

 

 

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Settle in in front of the TV, turn on some music, or call your chattiest friend. When twenty minutes have passed, you will look down and ask yourself “Am I a magician because I just made magic happen?” The clumps and matted parts will be a thing of the past.

 

 

 

 

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After.

 

 

 

 

And…..

 

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

My sheepskin could be salvaged with a simple brushing, but in cases where the sheepskin has been soiled by urine or vomit, or worse (I’m thinking about those nursery applications, here)  I searched the internet and there were quite a few sites–and videos–that recommend hand-washing in the bathtub. The process is as follows:

 

 

  1. Shake out the dirt.
  2.  Soak sheepskin in tub filled with COLD water (in case the all-caps were not screaming loudly enough, I’ll reiterate: if your sheepskin is Hillary Clinton, hot water is Donald Trump. As in “sworn enemies”.)
  3. Agitate the rug by hand. Some sites recommend using sheepskin cleaner, others Ivory hand soap or Johnson and Johnson Baby Shampoo. But, contrary to what intuition–and the use of the word “wool” on the label–might lead you to believe, almost every tutorial I read warned against using Woolite. Hmm.
  4. Rinse. Squeeze out the excess water without ringing or you may damage the hide and further matte the wool. Comb with a pet brush (although one site said to not brush while wet). Lay flat to dry or line-dry in enough sun without being in the direct sun. You want just the right amount of sun. (I think Goldilocks was weighing in on this one.)
  5. It can take up to 7 days to dry which might make you want to use the dryer. If you do, some sites recommended using dryer balls or tennis balls to fluff the rug. All sites said use the air setting only–NO HEAT!
  6. Once dry, it will still appear matted so you will need to call that friend, turn on the TV, or listen to NPR so you can hear more about Shakespeare being usurped as sole author, and brush until you can’t brush any more and then your rug will look new again. Ancillary upshot: your rug will not only be clean and smooth; your biceps will be bulging like you just lifted weights.

 

 

 

And, once, again, you’ll have a stylish rug that resembles this:

 

 

 

 

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Source: Elle Decor.

 

 

And in the spirit of change, some wise words from Andy Warhol:

 

 

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” –Andy Warhol

 

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Santa Barbara Women’s Imaging Center Reveal!

I love words (also known as being a “logophile” from the Greek “logos” meaning “speech”, but since this particular word calls to mind–for me, anyway–logos or strangely logs with little mushrooms on them, and hence log cabins and thus unshaven men in Pendelton attire and/or the word “loco”–which all seem so far removed from the intended meaning–I’ll stick with ‘I love words’).

 

Favorite words: “crepuscular” (of or relating to twilight); “avuncular” (uncle like); “unctuous” (excessively flattering); crapulous (drunk).

 

Most charming string of words I may never use for fear of social exile and/or severe eye rolling and subtle throat clearing: “a postprandial confabulation” (an after dinner chat).

 

But sometimes, when photos say so much, words aren’t necessary. The Before and Afters tell you everything. But just in case this is not one of those times, and you are someone who enjoys a little backstory, I’ll be here, narrating along–you know, in case words are your thing, too!  (If not, you have my blessing to scroll at will. 🙂 )

 

 

Welcome to the Before of the Santa Barbara Women’s Imaging Center:  Santa Barbara’s medical center for mammograms.

 

 

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Left side Before.

 

 

I was asked to create a space that was modern, but still soft and serene. Actually, the first thing I was asked to do was to help pick a paint color for the areas that did not have wainscotting and new fabric to reupholster the existing furniture, but–as often happens on projects–one thing led to another and the next thing I knew, the space looked like this…

 

 

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Which of course made for a design job that was worlds more interesting; we moved walls and doors, eliminated some soffits that made the ceiling feel far too low, removed an archway that wasn’t working with the modern look we were after, added a clerestory window to one wall to allow more natural light to stream into the waiting room, and moved the reception counter from the far right of the room to directly across from the entry door so it would be the first thing you would seen upon entering.

 

 

 

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The former view when you first walked in.

 

 

 

 

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Ta da! The redesigned view when you walk in.

 

 

 

It’s just the timing of this project was also very interesting because I knew I was pregnant, but it was too soon to share. But as more time went on, and it became time to share, my belly wasn’t just full of a growing fetus; it was overrun with butterflies. How does one announce, “I’m so happy you approved that flooring. It will add just the right amount of warmth while still tying in with the wall color. And did you know there’s a human kicking my ribs, from the inside, as we speak?”

 

It all felt a bit non-sequitur and I was so focused on the design that sometimes I myself forgot I was pregnant, so why remind (or announce it to) anybody? It was only when it got to the point where I was sure the baggy, ill-fitting tops I was wearing were making me look like I was really starting to let myself go and had perhaps shunned all sartorial sophistication, when the words came tumbling out: “I’m not just gaining weight, well, I am–but it’s because I’m going to have a baby!” Thankfully, everyone was extremely understanding and the only reaction appeared to be one of shared excitement.

 

 

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Right side Before.

 

 

My goal was to design a space that not only looked good, but could help a potentially nervous patient who was about to get a mammogram feel good. I wanted the space to be as soothing and spa-like as possible–I know, high hopes for a medical office! 🙂

 

 

 

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Right side Before.

 

 

My direct contact was very instrumental in the design process and a pleasure to work with. He and the doctors trusted my vision of custom tufted settees and white modern chairs in the waiting room and modern art throughout.

 

 

 

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Right side view After.

 

 

 

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Detail of right side After. Original diptych painting by Rebecca Claussen. If that painting were a locale, I’d book a trip. It looks so restful!

 

 

 

 

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Before.

 

One of the “details” was a suggestion to replace images of brain and body scans that might induce a few shudders to something happier like…HGTV. During the project I was having many appointments at my OB/GYN’s office and I noticed they always had the TV tuned to HGTV and 1) patients (women, sometimes accompanied by male mates) actually watched the screen and 2) the content was so neutral (isn’t watching someone demolish a kitchen mindless fun for all?) that it felt very calming.

 

 

 

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Left side After.

 

 

 

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Left side After, up close.

 

 

 

Real greenery was added. What space would be complete without the “It” plant, the Fiddle Leaf Fig, right?

 

 

 

 

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After. Original painting by Rebecca Claussen.

 

 

I am crazy for this painting by Rebecca Claussen. She is an artist out of LA and when I saw this piece I knew it would be perfect for the space. It is modern without being harsh or primary-colored modern. The use of light and blending and soft pastels just made me think, “Ahh, breathe,” which was really the gist of the entire design concept.

 

 

 

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Dressing room Before.

 

 

I subscribe to the “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” design maxim and never encourage clients to get rid of something if I think it has good bones and we can work with it. That was the case with these chairs. While they weren’t as modern as we wanted for the reception room, they had good feminine lines for the dressing rooms and they were well made and just the right size.

 

 

 

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Dressing room After.

 

 

 

So with some new fabric (it’s hard to see in the photo, but it’s a Kravet vinyl that is both wipe-able and looks like fancy ostrich skin) and the addition of nail heads, the chairs were completely revamped.

 

 

 

 

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A Lyn Gianni print.

 

 

For the dressing rooms, I placed art from Lyn Gianni (hey, mom!).  Each dressing room has a print that is similar to the one above, but with a different color combination to make each room have its own individual look.

 

 

 

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Dressing rooms After.

 

 

Like so. I used Kravet fabric (Bansuri; color: Slate) for the dressing room drapes. I’m so into this fabric, I’d like to wrap my body in it and call it a dress. I really liked how it united the brownish/grey floors with the grey walls and added just enough pattern to hide potential marks from dirty fingers.

 

 

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ADA dressing room After.

 

 

 

This is the ADA dressing room with a custom upholstered drop-down bench. That little metal and wood-topped side table on the right is actually from Target and is a great little dual-function piece that looks good and added some much-needed storage (the lid is removable).

 

 

 

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Exterior Before.

 

 

I refreshed the exterior as much as I could without being able to change the paint color (the shot you see here is part of a two-story building and we were only redoing a portion of the building). We removed the awning, the sign to the left, the suite numerals and word “Suite” to the right which were black plastic, updated the door mat, changed the front door and door handle and added a new plant and bench (which wasn’t in place the day of the photo shoot, darn it!).

 

 

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Exterior After.

 

 

I enlisted my mom (Lyn Gianni) to design the new logo and it was used on everything from the signs to the pens and letterhead to the scrubs and dressing gowns. (Go, mom!)

 

 

 

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Exterior After.

 

 

New brushed aluminum suite numbers. So much better than black plastic!

 

 

 

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Exterior sign After.

 

 

The sign looks even better in real life because each part of the brushed aluminum is laser-cut and projects out from the dark charcoal background so you have a level of depth that you, unfortunately, can’t quite get from the photo.

 

 

 

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New interior sign.

 

 

The interior sign was also made using laser-cut brushed aluminum, but adhered to a frosted resin background.

 

 

 

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After.

 

 

I would be remiss if I didn’t shout TAKE NOTE OF THE CARVED STONE TILE ON THE FRONT OF THE RECEPTION DESK. Some have interpreted the pattern as waves, others as leaves. Each piece was very hefty which didn’t make for the easiest installation, but it is the first thing you see when you walk in the door and it is so stunning and worth it!

 

 

 

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Counseling Room After.

 

 

 

 

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Cabinet detail After.

 

 

 

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One of my favorite details were these photo images we used as lenses for the fluorescent lights. Instead of looking up and seeing the typical rectangular light with a bumpy plastic covering, we used smooth photo lenses of images that you might see if you looked up in nature (blossoms, a canopy of trees, clouds) in each exam room to give the illusion of a skylight.

 

 

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“Swimmers” print by Lyn Gianni.

 

 

 

 

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Hall After.

 

 

This painting is giant and amazing and by the talented Ryan Wells. The more I look at it, the more I see. Right now I’m seeing a horse on the right. The wall behind it (despite the color in these photos) is a light grey, Benjamin Moore’s Gray Owl, which was the winner after I agonized over four other gray paint contenders (all by Benjamin Moore) that were so close in color someone actually asked, “Are those all the same color?” Gray can go gloomy very fast if you don’t cut it with a lot of white (i.e., on baseboard, doors and window casing), but this one didn’t need much white. It was that good and it stayed gray without going brown or green (again, despite the photo–you’ll have to trust me!) or blue.

 

 

 

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Original painting by Ryan Wells.

 

 

Before all these beautiful finishes were added, there were months of demo and rebuilding and meetings and more meetings and as time went by so did my pregnancy and before I knew it, it was winter and I was having a baby. Thankfully since Kai’s birth coincided with the holidays, construction screeched to a halt which gave me a chance to catch up with myself and figure out this New Mom stuff.

 

 

 

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Pairing samples of the flooring in the main areas with a fun tile selected for one of the bathrooms.

 

 

The week after Kai was born we needed to take him in for his first checkup which meant JB and I were forced to ditch our pajama attire for something more civilized, shower, comb our hair, and confront the outside world again. After the doctor’s visit, we felt like we were on such a roll and on a high from being out in the fresh air again, we decided to really push it and make a trip to CVS and Trader Joe’s. I ran into CVS (sans baby which, I have to say, was kind of a treat after a week of non-stop baby-holding), which completely tuckered me out and left me out of commission for the Trader Joe’s stop so Kai and I stayed in the car where I tried to ignore my throbbing pain and nurse a crying Kai into submission.

 

I remember reading an US magazine balanced on my leg, while balancing Kai on my lap, and checking my voicemail–a trifecta of modern mom tasks–ha ha! There was a message about a design decision that I can’t recall now, but at the time it seemed hugely important, and I thought, “If I can’t even go grocery shopping like a normal person, how am I going to pull this project off?”

 

I think it was stubbornness and an insane passion for what I do, but I somehow rallied and by the time Kai was five-weeks-old I had just enough sleep in me (four hours average per night, ugh!!!) to tuck my still-squishy self into a blazer and meet with the architects and get back to work. I attribute avoiding the dreaded postpartum depression to the magnitude of this project: there wasn’t time to be depressed between taking care of a newborn and selecting things like door styles and cabinet hardware and for that I feel eternally grateful!

 

 

 

 

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Here is the flooring, in situ.

 

 

 

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Bathroom tile floor in the second bathroom. (And some cute leopard ballet flats, ha ha 🙂 .)

 

 

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Bathroom After.

 

 

 

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Some feminine flourishes!

 

 

I find most design projects rewarding because I get to improve the spaces people live in and I believe beautiful surroundings can boost your mood. But the best part of this project is when I imagine the patients. I like to think the women are having a relaxing experience, that they are feeling calm and good and if that is the case, it makes me feel one simple word: joy.

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DIY Modern Dining Table and Modern Bench!

 

When we first moved into our house almost three years ago, our circa 1958 dining room looked like this.

 

 

 

Dining room with pony wall first moved in

 

 

 

We replaced the existing sliding glass doors with wider, accordion-style doors from LaCANTINA which are essentially three panels of glass that are hinged together so you can either open one of the panels (one is designated for this purpose) as you would a regular swinging door, or push all the panels off to the side, leaving the entire opening free and clear–as opposed to a regular sliding glass door where one panel of glass slides and the other piece is always fixed in place. Boring explanation aside, the door is awesome and when it is fully ajar, suddenly the dining/living room feels that much bigger because the inside and outside read like one continuous space.

 

 

 

La Cantina door outside

I believe our cat thinks it’s awesome, too.

 

 

 

For anyone who is thinking of installing these types of doors, I give a giant thumbs up, but a couple of things to note are if you can possibly keep your inside flooring material (e.g., wood; carpet; tile) in the same color family as any exterior flooring (e.g., wood; stone; concrete) the more seamless the effect is. In our case, we didn’t do this, because we kind of have this somewhat unintentional, but once recognized, appreciated and adhered to, theme of warm wood and concrete going everywhere, but if you HAD the option to stay in one color family, it would make the space seem that much larger.

 

 

The LaCANTINA door comes with three options of threshold heights and we found the trades (the salesman and installer and the company that poured our concrete patio) were adamant that we install a tall threshold to prevent rain from entering the interior, but that would have killed the smooth transition we were after. We were temporarily torn about what to do (we certainly didn’t want to welcome water into the house, but we didn’t want to relinquish our goal of creating a patio that was level with the interior floor it abutted). In the end, the solution was to go with the ADA threshold which isn’t completely flush, but close to it, and have the concrete crew cut into the stucco of our exterior walls and lay a waterproof membrane at the new height of the patio (the patio had to be extra thick in order to be flush with the interior floors); grade the patio so water only had one direction to flow–away from the house!–and to install a few French drains at any point we figured water would want to collect. Granted, rain in California is now as rare as unicorns, but we did get a few heavy rains post installation this past winter, and I’m happy to report nary a drop worked its way inside. Should you do this? The answer is consult with your builder or contractor as the slope of your individual property must be factored in and trapping moisture must always be avoided, but, if possible, it’s certainly ideal to avoid two different heights for both aesthetic reasons and to avoid tripping.

 

 

 

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We painted the walls Benjamin Moore’s Simply White (in an eggshell sheen), replaced the existing chandelier with pendant lights from RH and added taller (5″ inch tall) baseboard. Side note: tall baseboard is one of those little details that is actually huge! Most builder-grade homes have diminutive baseboard, 3 1/2″ or shorter, as well as slim door and window casing, while higher-end homes and homes that were built prior to the 1950s, tend to have more generous trim. It’s true that many fancier and older homes have 9′ or taller ceilings, whereas builder-grade homes, and–darn it!–our, home has 8′ ceilings, so scale is at play, but there is something about good (and tall) trim that just adds a feeling of solid craftsmanship and tells the eye, “You are looking at quality.” So, whenever possible, I suggest replacing baseboard with something that is at least 4 1/4″ and, yes it depends on the style of your home, but nine times out of ten, I’d suggest avoiding flourishes like ogee detail and stick with the good ol’ clean lines of a straight or eased-edge Craftsman style baseboard.

 

 

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Ogee detail at top of the baseboard

 

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Plain and simple.

 

 

 

Fast forward to the point where our new floors are installed, we have our fireplace stuccoed to look like concrete (you can read all about that here) and we removed that weird pole that dropped down from the ceiling and died into the top of the pony wall. That left the next step: removing the wood cap from the pony wall.

 

 

 

Pony wall with cap

 

 

 

Once the cap was removed, we were left with something like this…

 

 

 

Pony wall wood cap removed

 

 

 

 

We capped the pony wall with two pieces of Douglas Fir joined with construction adhesive (and clamped together as tightly as possible while the adhesive dried). We did a test run below.

 

 

 

 

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It fit!

 

 

 

Because this is only a temporary fix until we can spring for truly gutting and remodeling the kitchen, we attached the stained and finished Douglas Fir top by screwing it into the pony wall from the top down. If you were going to do this somewhat permanently, I’d suggest counter-sinking said screws and covering them with dowels that can be stained to match. We’re calling our exposed screws good enough and declaring them “Industrial Chic”–or the term I’m trying to coin: “Industic”.

 

 

 

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Okay, but “The table, the table!” you might be saying. Okay, getting there. We wanted a realllly long (96″) table following the principle that bigger furniture often makes a space look bigger than if you try to stick multiple tiny pieces in a room and your eye just reads the space as so small that it can only accommodate Lilliputian-sized stuff.

 

 

So we wanted to go big and what we wanted was this Parson’s table from RH.

 

 

 

 

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RH’s Arles Rectangular Table in Grey Walnut.

 

 

But at $3,295, for the 96″ x 39″ x 30″ table, the price was steep, especially when I read the fine print that disclosed it only has veneer of Walnut wood. (Humph!)

 

 

 

We also liked this one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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RH’s Roebling Live-Edge Walnut Table

 

 

But at $14,995 for a 96″ x 44″ x 30″ table this was not only a wee bit wider than we wanted, but beyond a wee bit exorbitant and since we had already eaten up nearly the entire budget on five RH Rizzo chairs, we needed a new plan.

 

 

 

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RH’s Rizzo chairs

 

 

So the plan was hatched to BUILD OUR OWN, from solid planks of wood! It all started with the customizable welded stainless steel legs that JB found from SteelImpression on Etsy. I cannot say enough good things about this company. Not only did the price seem reasonable ($220, including shipping, for the pair), but they had them finished and en route two days after we placed our order. We realized if we made the tabletop with the roughest grade of Redwood Home Depot carried, the boards were only $38 x 4 = $152 plus $220 legs, we were back on budget!

 

 

The following picture shows Douglas Fir boards since we started with DF boards which we glued together only to discover they didn’t stay that way (the fourth board, even after a second round of adhesive, refused to stay attached), which is how the pony wall cap project was born (waste not, want not). I am including this photo to show the important first step of using construction adhesive …

 

 

Glue redwood diy dining table

 

 

 

 

And biscuit joints! The combination of the two was the only way we could get four 96″ long boards to work as a team.

 

 

 

 

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I cannot stress enough how crucial it is to keep the boards clamped together while drying.

 

 

 

 

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After the four boards were properly joined, JB sanded them starting with 60 grit then working his way to 100, 150 then 120 grit.  We used Minwax stain (color: Provincial) and sealed the top and bottom (to prevent moisture from entering and warping the boards) with Varathane clear water-based Polyurethane in Satin. On that note, if you have room inside (i.e., your garage), let the wood dry there and not outside where it will risk warping due to the elements (a misty morning or dewy evening is enough to cause some warping and create moisture blemishes on your finish).

 

 

Next was the bench which was much easier since it was just one piece of wood that needed to be cut and sanded.

 

 

 

DIY dining bench staining

We cut the bench to 74″ long to work with the 96″ long table.

 

 

 

Again with the staining and sealing. Once dry, we flipped it over and screwed in the custom legs. Also from SteelImpressions on Etsy.

 

 

 

 

Here is the bench where we first positioned it, against the wall, so the RH chairs could be more on display.

 

 

 

 

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Like this…

 

 

 

 

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Once I reversed the chairs and bench for a photo shoot, I realized the dining room appeared much more open and airy–and the good lines of the bench were no longer hidden–when the bench was placed on the open side of table.

 

 

 

Like so…

 

 

 

 

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There you have it.

 

 

Very easy. Fairly inexpensive, certainly loads less than an RH table, and not a veneer, but solid, sandable wood.

 

 

And one more time…the Before (in preparation for hardwood floors and from the looks of that stag painting project in the background, Tannenbaum Time).

 

 

 

Dining Room before with carpet torn up

 

 

 

And After…

 

 

 

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Wood for table: Four pieces of 2″ x 12” x 96″ rough-hewn Redwood planks from Home Depot at $38 each. We trimmed each board to 10″ wide so with four boards the final width of the table is 40″;  the length is 96″ and with the legs it is 30″ tall.

 

Legs for table: $220, Steel Impressions from Etsy. 29″ tall x 36″ wide–total width, including the opening between the legs.

 

Wood for bench: One piece of rough-hewn Redwood 2″ x 12″ x 96″ cut to 74″ long, $38.

 

Legs for bench:  $160, Steel Impressions from Etsy. 17″ tall x 10″ wide–total width, including the opening between the legs.

 

Stain: Minwax in color Provincial $8 per quart

 

Finish: Varathane Polyurethane, Satin, water-based $17 per quart

 

Total cost for the DIY modern table: $397

 

Total cost for the DIY modern bench: $98

 

 

Happy Saturday! 🙂

 

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Our dining room reveal with a DIY dining table!

This is a strange time isn’t it? First the speeches by the RNC, then the DNC. I find myself longing for anything that will make me LMAO (Laugh My Ass Off), or at least smile. Between the finger pointing and the tongue wagging and headlines that could inspire anything from sighing deeply to curling up into the fetal position and questioning the humanity of humans, I can’t help thinking of that bumper sticker:  “If you aren’t pissed off, you aren’t paying attention!”

 

 

And sometimes that makes me question what I do for a living. I mean who cares what color is being painted on the walls when there is tundra melting in Siberia and releasing anthrax, when the Zika virus has made its way to Florida, and we found out Bernie never stood a chance. I mean, really.

 

 

 

Dining room with pony wall first moved inBefore: A few days after we moved in. Note the beige walls, beige carpet (that is, for some reason, reading pink in this photo) and strange pole attaching the pony wall to the ceiling.

 

 

 

 

Suddenly it hit me that I have based my career upon designing, ordering, placing, adjusting, and “Let’s try moving it once more. Okay, perfect!” THINGS. That my job as an interior designer revolves around MATERIAL OBJECTS!

 

 

 

 

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Through the seasons, I would decorate the table to keep all eyes distracted from that beige carpet and those beige walls. I thought the chandelier was neat in its own way, but all the hanging crystal and faux candles were not working with the modern direction we were taking our house, and that table, from JB’s bachelor life, while a decent Pottery Barn specimen, wasn’t quite hitting the mark, either.

 

 

 

 

 

I felt as shallow as an ice cube tray.

 

 

 

 

 

Succulent Chrismas table setting

This table setting says: “Notice me and not the carpet. Thank you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dining Room before with carpet torn up

Progress is made! Carpet comes up, the concrete subfloor is exposed and that weird pole atop the pony wall is still hanging out and doing whatever it is it thought it was supposed to be doing (turns out not much; spoiler alert: we remove it!).

 

 

 

 

 

I probably spend 80% of my waking hours thinking and talking about design–even when I’m supposed to be thinking about and discussing other things like how JB’s day at work went.

 

 

 

 

 

Dining Room After before new table

Hardwood floors go in. The modern painting that has been in my family since I was a baby goes up, but that table and those rush seats and Parsons chairs are still not giving the modern vibe we’re going for.

 

 

 

 

 

Which seems really ludicrous once you know the tundra in Siberia is melting.

 

 

 

 

 

Kitchen and dining before

The pole from the pony wall is removed–hurray! For a brief moment, we thought we’d hold off on installing the hardwood floors in the kitchen until we redo the kitchen, then we realized that would mean we’d be seeing that scratched and stained kitchen vinyl for a verrrry long time; hence you’ll see hardwood goes into the kitchen in the next photo. JB created the temporary wood counter on the left with leftover wood flooring to add some much-needed counter space. Note the dome light which we remove the dome of by the next shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I thought and thought and might have even dragged JB into a drawn-out discussion about the meaning of life and why watching the RNC made me feel dispirited whereas watching the DNC unearthed some deeply buried patriotism and that when Michelle Obama said “When they go low, we go high” it resonated so deeply I said, “Yes, yes, yes! Let’s all do that!” to both the TV screen and Baby Kai who looked at me with great bewilderment and I landed on this: so I might not be able to fix the tundra issue, I don’t know how to stop the spread of Zika and I’ve already let Bernie down by declaring, “I’m with Her”, but good design matters, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before kitchen and backside of pony wall

As you can see, much still needs to be done in the kitchen (like a full gut-job and remodel), but, until that day arrives, at least the dining room chandelier is replaced by RH globe pendants (aka: progress!).

 

 

 

 

 

Because I know how a poorly designed and/or decorated space can make a mood plummet. 🙁

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dining room After

Here she is: the After featuring a pony-wall-turned-bar which we created by simply removing the existing narrow wood cap on the pony wall and replacing it with two pieces of joined (via construction adhesive and biscuit joints) wood, the new modern dining table that JB designed and built and new RH dining chairs.

 

 

 

 

And how a beautiful one just seems to lift the spirits of everyone who enters it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Upclose. Ahh!

 

 

 

 

And it gave me permission to remember how important it is to be good and create good.

 

 

 

 

 

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Another closeup.

 

 

 

 

 

That it’s okay for pretty things to lift our spirits

 

 

 

 

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The modern bench that JB built from very rustic Redwood!

 

 

 

 

in these times when we need it most.

 

 

 

 

La Cantina door outside

We removed the existing sliding door and replaced it with an accordion-folding La Cantina Door that makes the indoor space now flow into the outdoor space.

 

 

 

 

 

In our house that meant redoing the dining room with new hardwood flooring, adding pendant lighting and chairs from Restoration Hardware and…a new dining table and bench that JB built out of the roughest, cheapest Redwood Home Depot has to offer and turned it into a thing of modern beauty. He’s good like that.

 

 

 

 

 

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What centerpiece would be complete without some quirky Ostrich eggs, eh?

 

 

 

 

Stay tuned for the How-To post!

 

 

 

Happy decorating! 🙂

 

 

 

 

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From white brick to grey stucco: our fireplace’s metamorphosis!

 

Our fireplace has been reincarnated from plain white brick to grey stucco. But before you start imagining a grainy, textured surface–nope, not that kind of stucco. We went with a smooth finish in a color that gives the effect of polished concrete. But more on that later.

 

 

In its former life, when we first moved in, it looked like this…

 

 

 

White brick fireplace before in living roomI can’t get enough of this picture. It just sums up the bare essentials so well: chairs, dog bed, a television and, of course, a Fiddle Leaf Fig in a decorative basket.

 

 

We wasted no time attaching blue painter’s tape to the wall in an attempt to figure out how to flank both sides with shelving to house my expansive collection of this and that (I call them “objects d’art”; JB says “stuff”; potato; potato) as well as the TV which had no other place to go as our house has an open-concept dining room/living room, but, darn it, no other rooms that weren’t already claimed as bedrooms or office that could serve as a den or family room. In other words, this room had to play double duty as formal living room and casual TV room.

 

 

White brick fireplace woman painting

 

 

It was a tricky design dilemma because the white brick of the fireplace only projected 2″ out from the wall which meant any adjacent shelves or built-ins (12″ standard depth for bookshelves; base cabinet depth, if custom and not in a kitchen, is a bit more negotiable, but almost all depths just looked too deep) would jut out so far in comparison, they’d only accentuate the existing flatness of the fireplace.

 

 

During our first year and a half in our house, I’d hang various paintings to make the fireplace as interesting as possible, but when we had visitors, it was always one of the first spots that I’d point to and explain it needed to be deeper and better but the “how” part hadn’t quite come to me.

 

 

Painting of woman brick fireplace

This painting is one of my favorite garage sale finds. I bought it about ten years ago from the woman who painted it who was having a garage sale. She was probably in her late 70s and only asking $5 for the painting and I think I might have embarrassed her when I told her how much I loved it and asked if she would sign it (she signed the back with her pink ballpoint pen). It now hangs in my bathroom and it makes me smile every time I look at the brassy expression and akimbo stance of the subject that are so different from the unassuming manner of the actual artist.

 

 

 

 

Then I saw this photo of a fireplace and thought, “That’s it!”

 

 

 

White stucco fireplace inspiration

 

 

And, heck, I already owned a “Liberace-called-and-he-wants-his-mirror-back” mirror that I was VERY into. We were almost there! White stucco it would be.

 

 

 

Gold mirror over fireplace

Hair-on-hide just barely visible underneath the chair, but it’s there along with my trusty Fiddle Leaf Fig from Day One. I could just see the inspiration of that other photo coming to life.

 

 

 

 

But, just to be sure that white stucco would look better than grey, I painted a wash of grey paint on the bricks. And the fireplace immediately felt like it jumped forward a foot! Suddenly it felt much too massive for the room. Just more confirmation that grey was not the way to go.

 

 

We added 4″ strips of cardboard to help imagine what bringing the fireplace out 4″ (for a total of 6″ depth) would look like. I was going around measuring the depth of fireplaces at clients’ homes and 8″ was a very common depth but that felt far too deep at our house.

 

 

While we were in the process of mocking things up, we experimented with placing a couple of boards of wood on the bottom to see what closing the bottom of the fireplace–turning the opening from a square that dropped to the floor, to a raised rectangle–would look like. We were instantly sold. Not only did the rectangle give the more modern look we were after, but suddenly the raised opening became more of a focal point…and we had plans for that opening. Oh, just you wait!

 

 

 

Brick fireplace grey

 

 

 

First the fireplace was clad in an armor of non-combustible (but of course!) metal, to bring it out to a total depth of 6″.

 

 

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I found it kind of interesting like that–in a modern art sort of way.

 

 

 

Brown coat on fireplace

 

 

And then the scratch coat went on and we both realized we preferred the grey. Lesson? Painted grey bricks look nothing like smooth grey stucco.

 

 

Just to make things super complicated, I picked two different colors of pigment from two different stucco companies to make a custom color. What began as a somewhat simple directive of  “2/3 Coral Gables from La Habra and 1/3 Titanium from Merlex” devolved into me suggesting, “How about 1/8 cup more Coral Gables? Hmm. A little more. More. Okay, there.” In the end, I’m not exactly sure what the ratio of pigment to pigment was, but we ended up with the color I was after.

 

 

 

Which wasn’t this…

 

 

 

Grey stucco fireplace drying

Oh Lordy, the final coat was dark when it first went on.  We sat back kind of stunned until we realized it was lightening so quickly we could actually witness the process. When it landed on the color I wanted, I plead with it to stop and what do you know, it listened! I’d say it reached its final color by Day 3, in case you ever find yourself in this situation.

 

 

The color became the one you see in the closeup below.

 

 

Burnished grey stucco on fireplace

Note: Mottling is important! I probably drove the stucco installers crazy by repeatedly confirming that they would use a metal trowel and burnish the surface for “a lot of mottling” which I would then try to pantomime with my hands, mid air, but I didn’t need to worry. We used Baez Plastering Expression Inc. and they did SUCH a good job!

 

 

 

 

The bottom of the firebox needed to be raised once we created the bottom exterior lip so we enlisted Tubular George to raise the gas line, pour concrete to raise the bottom, paint the walls with flat black BBQ paint to give a fresh look and…

 

 

 

 

Need to paint inside of fireplace black

 

 

 

 

add a raised gas tray and concrete FireBalls (the 4″ size in color Natural) on a bed of sand and FireGlitter (in color Platinum) in the surrounding area.

 

 

 

Adding glass to fireplace

The installation of balls.

 

 

 

So we went from this…

 

 

 

 

Lilo on bare floor

This shot was taken eight months ago, the weekend before I had Baby Kai, when JB had just finished painting the formerly BAND-AID-colored walls Benjamin Moore’s Simply White and the floors were being installed (we chose California Classic’s Mediterranean Collection French Oak in the color Aegean) and I was still avoiding the house as it off-gassed except to come inspect the work and say things like, “Gosh, we still need to do something about that fireplace!”

 

 

 

to this!

 

 

 

 

Living room with grey stucco fireplace and FireBalls

Ah, progress!

 

 

Now that the fireplace is such a feature and 6″ deep, I’m working on figuring out the base cabinets to hold the media components (cable box, etc.). The TV will be mounted to the wall so it won’t project farther than the fireplace, as it does now. If the space calls for a shelf or two above, it will get them, but right now I’m thinking I prefer a cleaner, shelf-less look. And, don’t worry, we realize installing a fireplace full of tempered glass, sand, and concrete balls is not exactly kid-friendly. When Kai is more mobile, the fireplace will either be fitted with a temporary glass insert or JB will whip up an impenetrable barrier out of wood. (He’s handy like that!)

 

 

And here she is, our new fireplace, ready for her closeup.

 

 

 

Grey stucco fireplace after

You might just barely be able to make out the flames in the background. It is much more dramatic at night, but nearly impossible to capture in a photograph since flames have this way of never staying still.

 

 

 

Speaking of never staying still, the children’s book I wrote and my mom illustrated, My Pet Cloud, is moving up in the world!  As of last month, it’s now available at Chaucer’s Bookstore, Plum Goods, Chicken Little, and Tecolote Book Shop. If you don’t live anywhere near Santa Barbara, you can always find it online at Amazon.com.

 

 

 

It was also featured in the current issue of Season’s Magazine. 🙂

 

 

 

My Pet Cloud Santa Barbara Seasons artice

 

 

 

 

and in last week’s issue of the Montecito journal! 🙂

 

 

 

 

Happy Tuesday! 🙂

 

 

 

 

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Design work and diaper changes: Life with a six-month-old!

 

 

There are bloggers who have babies and keep writing blog posts like it ain’t no thang. For me, it was a thang. A big thang.

 

 

A thang I couldn’t quite keep up with.

 

 

The last time we met here, Kai was seven-weeks-old. I didn’t have the free time to scribe posts, so instead I scribbled notes:

 

“There are condiments in the fridge that are older than Kai.”

 

“My dogs know more words than he does.”

 

Ba-dum-ch!

 

 

I pondered how no one can really prepare you for how your life will change when you have a baby. That I found it like being suddenly shoved on stage, with the expectation of giving the performance of a lifetime, when I’d never even seen the script. So I started moving and scrambling (“Dance, monkey! Dance!”) and ad libbing and hoping my audience wouldn’t throw tomatoes (or, in the case of my infant, a Let’s-hope-the-neighbors-can’t-hear-this! tantrum). To use a different metaphor, I realized I must swim or I would sink. Maybe I wasn’t exactly pulling off the Butterfly Stroke, but I was sure dog-paddling like hell!

 

 

 

Baby Kai with chalkboard wings

 

 

 

I questioned why Home Economics classes would think asking students to carry around an uncooked egg would somehow convey the responsibility of having a baby. Hauling around an alarm clock with an inoperable snooze button would be more like it. Drive around with it, take it on walks, hold it with one hand while you use your free hand to shove food in your face. I dare you to try to sleep in the same room with it. Then imagine feeding, burping, and wiping it (all the while stimulating its brain: It’s never too early to start reading to an infant!; Skin-to-skin contact is essential to instill a sense of security!; Narrating every move you make will jump-start brain activity!, Eye contact will foster bonding, but avoid it at all costs when trying to get your infant to fall asleep!; In between nursing, don’t forget to pump, pump, pump!; Have two hours really passed already?; Feeding time!; Crying, why are you crying when you are fed, warm and clean?; The rest of us really enjoy sleep, I promise, people even pay to go on vacation to sleep and it’s not like you have any other pressing duties!; Are you sure you don’t like naps? I’ve heard other babies love naps!; Do other babies cry this much?) all on those five hours of splintered sleep you were “lucky” enough to have had and then, REPEAT.

 

 

Every. Single. Day.

 

 

Why, I wondered, does anyone congratulate a pregnant person? I told JB, we need to tattoo our wrists with “Note to selves: This is hard. Don’t try this again!”  But then the coos and giggles and belly-shaking laughter came and, for the first time, I thought “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad!” (Nature, you trickster, you. This is how you keep the population going, isn’t it?) And then, just last week, Kai turned six-months-old and we asked ourselves, how did we get here? How did we do it?

 

 

 

Kai on paisley bed cover

 

 

 

The sleep coma has begun to retreat, Kai has discovered he actually enjoys napping and I remember that no matter how hard it seemed, there was never a morning that I didn’t wrench myself from Dream Land to stare fuzzily over at Kai while it sank in that yes, he was here, he was real, and suddenly I’d go all giddy like it was Christmas morning and Kai was the gift.

 

 

Brick fireplace before

See ya, scalloped woodwork. This house is getting a gutting.

 

 

 

Brick fireplace demo

Ah, better already. Wait till you see the fireplace transformation we have planned!

 

 

 

Then I ask, what was so hard about the first few months, exactly? Maybe because lucid thoughts seemed out of reach. I felt like an ESL student trying to string words together. Forming sentences took a frightening amount of effort. Forget “Baby on Board” signs suctioned to car windows, they should say “New Mom Driving”; the day I drove a street I’ve driven hundreds of times and entered an oncoming lane, mistaking it for a turn lane, (thankfully no other cars were around, and JB was there to yell, “What are you doing?”), I took up drinking coffee.

 

 

50s living room before clock on wall

Is it wrong that I actually kind of liked that clock? Probably. Well the client didn’t so it’s on its way out.

 

 

 

50s living room demo

Along with the ceiling (making room for a tray ceiling) and the flooring.

 

 

 

 

The other week I heard that my niece-in-law is pregnant with…drum roll…twins! I was shocked to hear myself exclaim, “That is awesome news! I am so happy for you!” And to truly mean it! I didn’t think of the sleepless nights and the shushing and swaddling and missing reading a book before bed instead of turning out the lights and starting the twenty minute routine of “Shh, it’s okay,” over the roar of a crying baby until he falls asleep. Nope, not a thought of former social lives or how easy it used to be to leave the house without a litany of items (Kai developed a Linus-like relationship with his blankie and it cannot be forgotten–or else!) or how once-upon-a-time we could watch a TV show uninterrupted, or the days when duties like steaming and blending veggies for baby food were not on my To Do list. Nope, all I could think of was how much joy those two babies will bring.

 

 

 

50s kitchen before

You can rest easy, this cabinetry is now gone. Along with that fan, etc.

 

 

 

50s kitchen demo

Walls will soon be bumped out. Yahoo!

 

 

 

On the design front, (I know, that was promised in the title), most of my jobs are either just beginning or in the not-so-beautiful (except to clients and me) stage of demo (we love this stage because it signifies progress!).

 

 

 

 

Demo day reception room

A commercial job I’m working on that became mired in the permit process but will be picking up steam soon!

 

 

 

 

It was with a heavy heart that I resigned from my interior design column, Design Intervention, (this blog’s title is an offshoot) that I’ve written for the Santa Barbara News-Press for the past four years. I loved writing the column and hearing from readers who wrote in, and I had the coolest and kindest (and very patient about my hitting my deadlines at the last minute) editor I could ever ask for, but if I want to give Kai and my clients the attention they deserve, I came to the realization that I had to free up some time somewhere and the time it took to research and write the column was akin to falling down “the rabbit hole”. I plan to reboot some of the best ones into blog posts and give them a new life outside of a recycling center, but that will take some time as well, so we’ll see.

 

 

 

 

Rock wall

There was a moment when the beautiful rock wall might have been the only thing that was going to be kept on this project due to a nasty case of easement contracts. And then, goodwill, logic, and most likely good karma (this client is a very good human being) came through and things are looking up.

 

 

 

 

Cobblestone patio

Thank goodness because this new sandstone cobblestone patio and covered roof is going to be a beautiful space when it’s finished!

 

 

 

 

This week, I was lucky enough to be featured, along with fellow interior designer Michelle Beamer, in the Santa Barbara Independent.

 

Here is a photo. To read the full article, you can click here.

 

 

 

Independent article

You can imagine I did the “happy dance” when I read the headline. 🙂

 

 

 

Besides working on projects for clients, I can hardly wait to share the projects we’re working on at home. I’m excited to show you our new office reveal and the Before and Afters of our house that were finished when we first brought Kai home but I never photographed and posted. We (and by “we”, I mean “JB”) and I began a DIY project to build a custom 96″ long dining table out of Douglas Fir last week and as soon as the last coat of stain and sealer go on and we attach the metal band legs from Etsy, I will share it. Yesterday I had my wonderful builder (he has the best can-do attitude of any tradesperson I know) and his stucco guy look at our fireplace (the one shown in the Independent photo above). The plan is to build it out 6″, finish the new structure in white stucco, and add a gas conversion and concrete FireBalls on a bed of either lava rocks or glass. To the left of the fireplace we will add base cabinets, a place for the TV to fit in, and either floating or built-in shelves–depending on whether we want the look to be built-in or more casual, but more on that later.

 

I’ll keep you posted on all that, Kai permitting.

 

 

If you made it to here, thank you for your loyalty and patience. I treasure you as a reader and thank you for reading my blog. You make it all worth it!

 

PS, If you want to read a good article on old-fashioned niceties that deserve a comeback  (I think we could all use a reminder), click here.

 

 

Happy Thursday! 🙂

 

 

 

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My Pet Cloud: A children’s book you won’t want to throw against the wall!

 

You know how people say, “I’d love to write a children’s book”? Well, my mom and I did it! I wrote it, my mom (Lyn Gianni, an artist by trade) illustrated it and it’s now available at Amazon.com and Chaucer’s Bookstore here in Santa Barbara.

 

 

 

My Pet Cloud front cover

 

 

 

 

 

The inspiration came from my sister who conjured up the title. We all kind of sat on the idea for years until JB and I got married and I decided now is the time to write a children’s book. I became pregnant soon after so I must have had kids on the brain!

 

 

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The story is this: We have all seen shapes in the clouds but the young boy looks up and finds a special cloud. He names the cloud Harold and they become inseparable (except when Harold has to go indoors, of course) friends for life.

 

 

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Harold and the boy play and share adventures and the cloud is a reassuring presence. The boy learns that he can count on Harold for support and even though the cloud may disappear for a little while, as people in our lives sometimes must (whether it’s a parent leaving for work or a date night, or something more serious like a relative or pet passing away) their strong connection ensures that Harold will always be there for him.

 

 

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Our goal was to create a children’s book that delivered a good message (you are not alone) via a fun concept (a cloud that could be your best buddy).

 

 

 

My Pet Cloud sleeping

 

 

 

The world can be a scary place, but it’s a little less scary when you have a pet cloud. What we really loved about the concept of the pet cloud was it was something every child could have access to: no matter how rich or poor, no matter where you live or how you live, every kid can have a pet cloud.

 

 

 

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I studied children’s books before writing My Pet Cloud, but it was purely in the context of research (to capture the correct cadence, get a feel for how many words per page, gauge age-appropriate subject matter, etc.) and it was before I had a child of my own. Now that Kai has come along and I’m reading the same books I had previously studied to him over and over (and over and over again!) I’m discovering that some of the ones I once liked, I can now barely stand.

 

 

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But I’m happy to say, My Pet Cloud is holding up to the “Parent Test”; it’s not only still likable after umpteen-plus readings, but I find more to like about it each time I read it.

 

 

 

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But you don’t have to just take my word for it; you can click here for some online reviews.

 

 

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If you’d like to own your very own copy of My Pet Cloud, it is available on Amazon.com.  It is also at Chaucer’s Bookstore in Santa Barbara.

 

 

For local readers, Chaucer’s (at 3321 State Street) is hosting a reading and book signing for my Pet Cloud this Sunday, April 3rd, from 2pm-3pm. I will be there singing copies of the book, with Kai in tow, and we’d love to see a friendly face if you can make it! 🙂

 

 

PS, Thank you to Matt Kettman and the Santa Barbara Independent for running a story on My Pet Cloud. The issue hit the stands today, but you can see an online version here.

 

 

Santa Barbara Independent My Pet Cloud 2

 

Photo credit Paul Wellman via the SB Independent.

 

 

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Welcome baby Kai and the nursery reveal!

Belly bump supporting plate of cookies

 

 

 

Warning: this post may be riddled with typos, run-ons, and an abundance of incoherent ramblings as the author is operating on an average of four to five hours of sleep per night.*

 

 

 

 

*And people say I should consider that a “good amount of sleep”. (Asses.**)

 

 

 

 

**Warning: there could be swearing.

 

 

 

 

Seven weeks ago, I looked like this…

 

 

 

 

 

Bump shot leaning from tree

BEFORE

 

 

 

 

I was prone to hug a tree, pat my belly, and lean back all smiles and wagging ponytail.

 

 

 

 

And one more BEFORE shot because I miss my eyes before the appearance of dark circles, my hair when I had more than thirty seconds to devote to it, and seeing myself in an outfit sans spit-up.

 

 

 

 

 

Bump shot in front of doorThe self-indulgent second BEFORE photo because self-indulgence is in short supply these days.

 

 

 

 

I was strong, well rested (if I’m already to forget the need to get up to pee forty times per night and the incessant “Holy $&*^!” Charlie Horses that would send me bolting out of bed), and bursting with energy, an intense energy compounded with a raging case of the Nesting Instinct.

 

 

 

 

 

Lilo on bare floor

Our house during the installation of the floors.

 

 

 

 

 

That surplus of energy was a blessing because JB and I were crazy enough to think it was a bright idea to tackle a remodel during most of my pregnancy, a remodel that only concluded the weekend before I gave birth.  In the final month of let’s-get-this-done, when new paint went up and floors went down, I moved into my mom’s house to avoid toxic fumes and JB moved everything we owned that didn’t come from the kitchen or bathrooms (sadly, those areas will remain circa 1958–and not the cool version of Mid-Century, but the very uncool peach tub, teal sink, electric stove variety– until the budget says otherwise) out of the house and onto the patio in a towering pile reminiscent of an estate sale if people who ran the estate sale stacked the items in an inaccessible heap which led to many an utterance of, “Are you sure you can’t remember where you put my {insert item}?” by me to which JB (the sole lifter/hauler/stacker/hider of items I cherished and missed) would reply, “No,” which was an interesting lesson in “Do I need all this STUFF?” when I did without it for the most part, for an entire month, just fine. But I digress.

 

 

 

 

 

Stuffed giraffe nursery

 

 

 

 

 

Instead I need to tell you about the weekend before the baby arrived when we moved every item back into the house (well, JB did all the heavy lifting and I made important comments like, “Another six inches to the left.”), and the 80s song Final Countdown kept looping in my head to the point where I actually started humming it until JB pleaded with me to stop.

 

 

 

 

Safari themed nursery cowhide stuffed giraffe

 

 

 

 

 

Which I did, but it WAS a final countdown and I was in an adrenaline-fueled mode that I look back upon now and think, thank goodness, since we had a house’s worth of furniture to arrange, art to hang, and accessories to place before we brought a baby home two days later.

 

 

 

 

 

Panda in crib cowhide nursery

 

 

 

 

It oddly felt like staging a home for a client–except the client was a newborn. I neurotically adjusted the position of furniture, rearranged curios and went as far as polishing the leaves on every Fiddle Leaf Fig and Snake Plant we own–(3 Figs, 1 Snake which adds up to a heck of a lot of leaf polishing) only occasionally stopping to sit down and clutch my cramping stomach until the urge to straighten, shift or reposition something brought me back to my swollen feet.

 

 

 

 

Mirrored closet doors nursery

The controversial decision to install mirrored closet doors which I stand behind (future post coming soon!) as they nicely reflect the view, the light, and offer the right amount of sleekness for our somewhat modern aesthetic.

 

 

 

 

I was fueled with enough neurotic compulsion to finish decorating our house before giving birth that the day of I fit in a visit to the lamp store to purchase a piece that makes lamp shades sit straight (yes, this exists). I was obsessed with being READY and getting things DONE. I felt so bad that I’d be leaving a design client mid-remodel that in the half hour before we left for the hospital, I managed to text her photos of paint color selections off my paint chip deck. So there was a lot that I did do, but the thing I didn’t do, that I wanted to do, that I still feel bad about was not sending a blog post.

 

 

 

Rocking chair and giraffe

 

 

 

 

Not only did I want to check in–which was something I had stopped doing during the last month of the remodel when I had moved out of the house, and thus my office, and therefore my computer was spending some time outdoors on the patio–but to share my thoughts about pregnancy like this one:  not knowing when you’re going into labor is akin to trying to pretend all is well knowing, at any given moment, you will, metaphorically, be pulled into an alley and pummeled. Of course, the hospital is nothing like a seedy alley, or any alley for that matter, but labor will, in some way, beat you up. And anticipating that pain is a weird, unusual thing.

 

 

 

 

 

Giraffe lamp nursery

 

 

 

 

I’d recall scenes in movies where the special agent protagonist, tied to a chair, was repeatedly whipped, yet no matter how many lashings or punches to the head, refused to reveal where the microchip/disc/mass fortune was hidden, never succumbing to the ouch factor. And I thought, I need to channel that badassness. Or, as Evangeline Lilly explained during an interview on Conan, if you can stay in the the center of the pain during labor, that somehow makes it bearable.

 

 

 

 

 

Children's books nursery

 

 

 

 

 

I discovered she was right. Labor hurt like heck but then it was over. However, because I’d always heard you forget about the pain of childbirth I just assumed the pain stopped there. Next stop: baby bliss. What I hadn’t factored in was the pain of recovering from stitches “down there”, the, as one nurse described it, “foot to the floor” pain of your breasts acclimating to breastfeeding, and sleep deprivation. Oh the sleep deprivation.

 

 

 

 

DIY changing table nursery

DIY changing table created from the leftover 4 1/4″ tall baseboard–much cheaper than the $80 one offered by Pottery Barn!

 

 

 

During the weeks that followed, I’d often consider how after any other surgery you’re advised to, “Get lots of rest so you recover quickly”–but not after childbirth. Instead, you go home and…no sleep for you. Howling infant, yes. Painful parts. Uh huh. Sore boobs and an intense desire to curl up into a ball and sleep it off so you can fully process what just happened, yes. But sleep. Not so much. And yet you not only must stay awake, but be the sharpest you have ever been as you are now responsible for all sorts of things you may never have done in your life from diaper changing (it’s true; we were diaper changing virgins) to keeping a new life alive.

 

 

 

 

 

Nursery safari theme

Doesn’t every nursery need a Willie Nelson painting?

 

 

 

At one point, JB suggested, “The baby is  trying to kill us. He’s wearing us down, weakening us.” And we laughed, and I think I started cry-laughing because I was that insanely tired that it seemed equal parts funny and possibly true. Around the same time, a well-wisher said, “Enjoy every minute,” and I wanted to retort, “Are you crazy? This is hell. I want to fast forward to when he’s four or at least sleeps through the night.” I was in awe of anyone who had more than one kid. I questioned their sanity but was cheered by the thought that it must get better if people willfully have a second, a third, and more. I was so delirious with pain and no sleep, even focusing on television shows I used to love (Anthony Bourdain, I couldn’t follow a thing you said) seemed impossible for the first few days and I thought, this is a lot like being home with the flu. In theory it sounds all nice and cozy, staying home, watching TV, scarfing Trader Joe’s prefab meals, but it’s not nice because you have the flu and feel like crap. Of course I didn’t have the flu, but I did feel like crap. Pain and sleep deprivation will do that to you.

 

 

 

 

 

Quirky fox Duralee fabric

The fabric that inspired it all that isn’t actually in the nursery yet. It may or may not become a future valance to accompany a natural grass window treatment.

 

 

 

 

I told my friend, “Waking up every two hours {to feed a baby} is like enjoying a warm bath and then someone says, ‘Okay, now get out and jump into that kiddie pool of ice water.'” She (mother of a baby, as well, and a toddler) responded, “Right now, you’re being broken in. Like a shoe.”  I wailed back, “This is so hard! I saw you during those first few days after your babies were born. You seemed happy and fine.” Her reply? “I was faking it.” Really? Really. My new theory is everyone had to fake it and lie to you or the human race would come to an abrupt halt.

 

 

Felt reindeer head nursery

 

 

 

 

I began staring at humans (on TV and during the occasional outing to the doctor’s) and contemplating, “Every one of us came out of a female human. There was no other way. Plenty of women have done this. I can do this,” alternated with looking at homeless people and the poor hunchbacked lady I saw leaving the hospital and marveling, “You were someone’s precious little baby once. What happened?” (Hey, I warned you up top there might be some rambling, stream of consciousnesses. Delivered, as promised.)

 

 

 

 

Willie Nelson signed portrait

My mom painted Willie’s portrait in 2002. My dad who lives in Maui, where Willie lives, had him sign it.

 

 

 

Those were the low-functioning wearing-pajamas-all-day days (although I met a personal goal of never once skipping a shower), when we were deep in the trenches, trying to figure it out and survive. My biggest accomplishment (other than keeping a new life thriving) was cleaning our new hardwood floors on a near daily basis. I ran that Bona-Hardwood mop over the wood like a man in a mid-life crisis polishes his sports car, perhaps because I was house-bound, perhaps because pinned to the sofa during bouts of breastfeeding and pumping, I’d otherwise be forced to stare down the dust bunnies and clumps of dog hair and the prospect of that was more depressing than being house-bound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jellycat Hedgehog nursery

 

 

 

 

Somehow I learned to operate exceptionally fast in two hour increments (the baby is fed, how quickly can I move?) and each morning when I was, inevitably up and watching the sun rise and swore I’d have to fit in a nap or I’d never make it through the day, the moment the sun came up, all systems switched on. Like I was suddenly solar powered. I didn’t even have to yawn. Four hours of sleep and I was somehow charged up, ready for duty. Heck, if I knew I could survive on 5 hours of sleep all this time, just think of the things I could’ve accomplished.

 

 

 

 

Master bedroom bassinet

The bassinet in our bedroom where, despite the styled nursery, Kai actually sleeps.

 

 

 

 

 

I mastered the art of eating with one hand and only occasionally dribbled or dropped food onto Kai’s onesie and when I agreed to my first client meeting–at 8 am, no less. I knew I was somewhat “back”. Being away from your own baby for the first time is rather exhilarating in that whole “How can I miss you if you don’t go away?” kind of way. It felt good to miss him and possibly even better to realize my brain could still come up with design solutions and  thus began my steady crawl back to normalcy.

 

 

 

 

 

Kai on faux fur

Baby Kai, days old.

 

 

 

Each day there is progress as Kai and I both seem better, stronger and I feel less like an inebriated person trying to pass as sober (although, the first few work emails I wrote I’d have to read aloud about five times to make sure they made sense). As Kai is sleeping more, I’m squinting less through the lens of sleep deprivation. It’s not the same as before. It’s definitely a new normal. Just when I want to throw myself a pity party, thoughts of Kai going off to kindergarten send me into a tizzy of protectiveness and I thank my lucky stars to be spit up on and even the nights filled with cries that verge on howling (mostly Kai, yuk, yuk) don’t seem so bad and the bliss comes pouring in for a wonderful new soul named Kai. If, per chance, he ever reads this, know for all my complaining, I’m ridiculously giddily, glad you’re here! (PS, Remind me of this when, one day, you ask for an increase in your allowance.)

 

 

 

 

 

Kai on sheepskin

Baby Kai, 5 weeks old.

 

 

 

 

Welcome home, Kai!

 

 

 

 

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