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Inspiring Interiors

Good “thing collecting” is hard to come by in this small town. The resale shops get donations from the same general kinds of people and craigslist is full of mid-late nineties garbage. I’m also hard up for cash and dating a man who let’s me only have so much fun with the awesome space we live in (I gave up this gorgeous 1950’s wrap around sofa and awesome pink floral rug when we first moved in together). So, until I can afford my own studio to decorate as I please, I’ll lust after these images of inspiring spaces that other people get to dwell in day-to-day.

This rug is absolutely gorgeous, but I imagine it would be vetoed. (via.)

Repurposed crates that double as wall and storage? If only we had the space. (Source same as above.)

I love the mishmash of old and new, the color of the sofa, the bird panel in the background, the burlap on the sofa, and the insane amount of books just out, hanging around. (via.)

Giant siamese giraffe painting. (same source as above.)

An entire door devoted to chalboardery. (via.)

This patio is pretty neat, but I’d need a garden space as well. Where’s the greanery? Though I love the overall feel. (via.)

I don’t think I’d be so morbid as to collect bones and skulls, but I know I have various “curiosities” that deserve such heightened presentation. (via.)


All Scanned

Posts have been light lately. I just got done scanning all 7 recent rolls, as well as 3 older hidden rolls and a fat stack of polaroids. (I gave in and succame to the pitiful quality of my scanner for the time being). Now, I have to sort out and find the photos that correspond to the photo-a-day. What a mess!

An Inspiring…Bookshelf?


30 Days In

Well, I’m thirty days into the Project 365 and a few things have surfaced. Granted, the entire thing is meant in fun and I hadn’t really anticipated any huge revelations or “personal bests”. More than anything, the entire endeavor is proving to be a lot more difficult than I had imagined. I figure a great deal of this has to do with the fact that a) I don’t carry a digital camera, so anything “instant” comes from my phone and b) I’ve had the same routine for so long that I don’t actively seek out photos within my daily routine, but instead try and go to new/different places on a daily basis (this gets tiring and time consume, as well as not always being economical). It hasn’t been completely fun thus far, so rather than spend an entire year giving myself just another task to complete every day, I’ve decided to make some changes to the stipulations. The most pertinent one being that I’m not required to “upload” a photo every day. This rule had previously led to many a crappy cell-phone photograph, or rushed Polaroid (I cannot afford to waste pricey Polaroid exposures).

Here’s a little recap of some of the more decent shots thus far (the entire set can be found here):

Update: the locations of all photos in this project are also mapped here.

stuffs at cats meow


#23: MAR1

…But The Fourth Little Pig, He Built His House Out Of An Old Salvaged Car Ferry

It’s no secret that I am a fan of innovative repurposed industrial spaces. I love the idea and possibility of one day living in some off the charts structure that was never actually created for human habitation. My dream has always been this old abandoned gas station on the corner of 4th and Washington; a bit cramped, but the garage would serve as awesome open and well lit studio space and just imagine the crazy summer fun you could have in the huge parkinglot. It is currently being occupied by some sort of Used Car salesman who never seems to sell any cars.

Olle Lundberg had the most opportune job for this sort of dream; as an architect, each of his projects fed bits and pieces of his “dream” home and cabin. In the end, he and his wife ended up living in a Salvaged Car Ferry they purchased and towed from Iceland and docked in San Francisco. He also built, from scratch, a cabin complete with an old repurposed wooden water tank (25ft wide and 14ft deep) used as a swimming pool.

The pictures alone are worth signing up for the free membership to The New York Times website, if you haven’t already. Did I mention it was free? The article can be found here.

This is the stuff dreams are made of…

Discovered via.