Friday, 27 December 2013
Thursday, 26 December 2013
Christmas came and went, and I still have the same awful Kodak digital camera I bought a few years ago. I attempted to take some terrible pictures of the "Ugly room" that I am working on. Well, the pictures are in fact awful.
I attempted to take Christmas tree and guest pictures this season. I succeeded in making my friends and family loom like Rorschach blots in digital form. Years from now we can wonder if that blob is Grandma or a piece of furniture, and fondly remember when I backed over the camera with the Malibu.
Or, my birthday is coming soon, and this is a hint!
Friday, 22 November 2013
I don't know that I'm a style icon (not yet, but soon!), but I do know that so many different styles appeal to me. I think that's part of the exercise (exorcise?) intended in this blog. I want to find my style, voice, and self.
OK, so that might have fallen a bit heavy for entry two here. I'll keep the rest for later when I go into excruciating detail of how my father never took me to the circus, and my imaginary friends laughed at me.
So, back to Grandin Road. This Chloe Tall Chest has just the right everything to fit into my stupidly sized "master" (ha!) bedroom. The Crosby Wall Clock has beautifully over-sized dimensions and a skeleton style that I'm finding more and more appealing. It's as much functional as sculptural.The Union Square Office Chair is just something I want to work in, write in, admire. It's got such classic lines that I cannot imagine falling out of love with it, ever. I... I think I need it.
That's just quickly a few things I want from there! I am going to go and dig through the Christmas decorations next, and may not come up for air for some time. Before you nay-say looking at Christmas decorations in November, I have to point out I am Canadian, and Thanksgiving was over a month ago. Bring on the fat man! No, I don't mean my uncle Stuart. I mean... nevermind.
Thursday, 21 November 2013
I'm an underemployed man who has always wanted to be a designer. As life hasn't yet managed to toss me that way, I thought I should start wading through the metaphorical waters in that general direction. Maybe I was meant to find my way to a dream through some struggles? Who knows. However, I hope that this blog will lead me that direction and eventually become something more people than just my mother reads. Maybe a reader will find me funny. Maybe someone will be inspired to try something; to do something he or she saw here. Maybe eventually this space will be what I want it to be- inspirational and aspirational to someone else.
Men like to craft too, or at least I do. I can speak for myself only. I like to make spaces beautiful. I like to create home. I hope to stay inspired; to take risks; to face my fears.
I've had this blog brewing in the back of my brain for a few months now. I'm afraid I won't post anything of interest. I am afraid I will find my own writing juvenile. It's the blog of the wonderful and talented Daniel at Manhattan Nest that made me start writing here. I've been devouring his blog as of late, admiring his clean and mid-century graced style. I can across an entry where he advised facing fears and slaying the metaphorical dragon. How else can I do it but to start?
So here I am.