Wow. It's been a year since I told you anything about the A-Frame, which is especially sad given the fact that I started this blog in order to chronicle the life and development of said A-Frame. Geez. Sometimes I think you live in my head and know everything about everything; it helps me to avoid having to type anything if you live in my head. But you don't. So here are some scenes from the A-Frame, captured last summer and this May while we were on our honeymoon. It continues to be a source of great calm, belonging, and contentment.
As you know, I have a client named Christy who is awesome. We're working on her first floor: entry, living room, dining room, and den. A few weeks ago she emptied the house and had it painted and now it's mostly empty, waiting to be filled with deliciousness from all kinds of sources.
She's having a table made for the dining room (which I haven't seen), we'll pick some chairs, style the built-ins, install unobtrusive window treatments, and add some more lighting and a plant or two. It's going to be stunning and makes my heart race when I think of it all done and perfect.
See that turquoise dishware? She's a girl after my own heart. When I saw that collection I knew we could work together.
That desk! That desk disappears in the before pictures! You'd never know it was there, much less how adorable it is. I'm not sure she wants to keep it but I'm going to do my best to convince her. I love how it pops out of the white wall.
That ceiling! Look at that ceiling! I'm so glad she decided not to paint the coffers.
Dear Universe, Baby Jesus, and Jessica,
Thank you all for my new client Christy; she is a gift from the design heavens and to all who endeavor to defeat the Tyranny of the Original Trim.
Berkeley is packed with craftsman style homes - like, there are so many it feels like an infestation sometimes. Too much of a good thing is too much, like with drinking and puppies and make-up. Calm down, Berkeley! We get it! They are lovely and certainly well-crafted, yes, but holy mother of god they are dark! And for some reason we've decided as a culture to shame craftsman owners into keeping their original trim rather than do what the hell they want with their house that they own and paid a lot of money for. I say fuck that. Do what you want. Love your home, live in your home, and lighten the fuck up, literally and figuratively.
See how much I just swore in that paragraph? See how emphatic and dogmatic I was? That's how Original Trimmers are too. I highly recommend reading the comments section of posts about painting original trim - I can't think of anything more controversial in interior design. Can you?
Knowing how I feel on the subject, you can imagine how I felt when Jessica introduced me to Christy, who had already decided to paint the trim of her gorgeous home. Hallelujah! I didn't have to become a trim therapist, assuaging anxiety, debating property value versus quality of life, and trying to implant visions of light and better moods into her brain - she was already there. She never wavered. She is a warrior.
We're doing an entirely new living room, den, and dining room. Everything is going. In fact, most of it is already gone. I am ridiculously excited about this job.
A note about these pictures: I didn't do anything different with exposure or editing. These are just my camera taking the same pic in the same spot, pre and post paint. It seriously was that dark in the middle of the day, no joke.
On May 9, 2014 I married my best friend. I was pretty excited about it.