Something’s Missing…

I recently began work on my guest bedroom. I’d hoped that someday it would be a nursery, but I’m not sure that will happen for our family anytime soon. Needless to say the room has been largely neglected as a result of creative avoidance and we actually do have overnight guests from time to time. We had the bed and bedspread already. What I needed were basic decorative items and night stands. Today, I picked up some gorgeous solid wood night stands for a great price on none other than Craigslist. The seller was awesome and easy to work with. That’s not always the case. My new little night stands fit the small bedroom perfectly. However, I’m left with the feeling that it’s not quite finished yet. As pretty as the night stands are, and as atomic and fabulous as my new vintage wall clock is, the room is still missing something. Can you help me figure out what that is?

Something's missing.
Something’s missing.

What is it? Something is definitely off, isn’t it? Is the lamp too big for the space? Do I need matching lamps on either side on a smaller scale? Maybe.

I know I’m lacking color for sure. My inspiration is the painting on the wall that I found at a thrift shop in Lake Elsinore for a steal.

Inspiration piece
Inspiration piece
Craigslist Treasure
Do the flowers and pottery have to go? Is the chair too orange? Something about it irritates me.
I think the flowers and ceramics have to go. Also: my feeling is that the chair is too muted. Love orange, but don’t like this version. Something about it irritates me.

And the moulding on the walls? That irritates me too…but I don’t have the time, the means or the time to fix it right now.

So here’s my idea. The same Etsy shop owner that sold me the atomic clock also has a matching set of orange lights. I’m thinking one MUST go on each side table if I can find a home for my ginormous ceramic lamp.

Vintage Spartus clock in working order and near perfect condition found on . Visit for more!
Vintage Spartus clock in working order and near perfect condition found on . Visit for more!

Here’s the question: Can you see these on the bedside tables or am I nuts?

Soooo Atomic.
Soooo Atomic. I love them.

My concerns are: Lighting – the lamps will be the only source of light, so they must give off adequate wattage.

Color- I need a pop of color somewhere, tangerine, yellow, mustard, something from the print on the wall.

Window – Should I pull the faux wood blinds and do drapes(next to the chair) with a pattern?

Suggestions anyone?

Lines in the Carpet

You can’t have a blog about mid-century furniture and not run the risk of coming across as superficial. I was reminded of this when reading a friends random post on Facebook. My own worst critic, it got me to thinking….am I placing too much importance on the things of this world rather than the people in it? Answer: abso-freaking-lutely not.

My purpose, and I hope that it comes across in all my rantings is to create a place for myself and my family; a home – that is uniquely ours where we can all be comfortable and enjoy each other. A home where some of my family’s heirlooms have pride of place and their back stories are known and shared. I think mid-century allows for that more than any other design. It’s simple, it’s minimalist…it allows you to be the focus. The other day, my husband said jokingly, “Ah… but we can’t use this because it’s mid-century.”(You don’t think he’s tired of my obsession do you?) I quickly reminded him that I don’t buy anything that which isn’t actually used. Make no mistake, if I can’t use it, it’s not coming home with me. I’ll leave that to you hoarders. (Shudder) My best friend will tell you that I get absolutely giddy when I think about having a garage sale and ridding myself of clutter and things that just do not see the light of day.  She’s been many a co-host to my spontaneous sales. “Can’t stand it, won’t have it, get rid of it! WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

My mother has said that my grandmother “Nana” used to vacuum lines in the carpet, and tell the kids to stay out of the living room. She would know when she came home if they had disobeyed because she’d be able to see the footprints. Let it be known that my grandmother was an amazing woman and I hope you’ll continue to read my blogs where I can share more positive things with you about her. However, if there is one thing Nana didn’t mess around with it was her “stuff.”

Now, we can take this example and learn from it, as my mother did. Do we want our kids growing up and telling their kids about how living with us was like living in an internment camp? I think not. What kind of memories do you want to make? What’s more important? I think for me, all the mid-century “stuff” is something I’m passionate about and want to share with my family, friends and like-minded people. I get excited when I find something for a steal that I wouldn’t ordinarily be able to get my hands on. But that something is going to be shared and used – and damn it, I’m going to make good memories on it, with it or around it. I want my home to be somewhere people can be comfortable and let loose; where the furniture is just as quirky and colorful as I am, not where people are afraid to step on the lines in the carpet. (Because I WILL cut you.)

I’m only kidding. Just try me. What? You heard me.

Now in all seriousness here is a perfect example of use. My so-ugly-they’re-cute dogs. They’re frenchies. They’re adorable, but they stink. They stink, they snore, they drool, they fart. And yes, I let them on my furniture. Because I love them more than the furniture.

Pearl on Pearsall
Bedtime Stories for Pig

Please note, the Pearsall chair that Pearl is happily sleeping on is my one and only designer piece of furniture. I had to have it. Vintage, Original tweed. Adrian Pearsall. Look him up. Probably one of the most influential designers of the time; also a very dead designer. Dead and gone…just like I will be one day. And when I get to heaven I want Pearl to walk up to me and say in her very dainty voice, “Hey…thanks for letting me catch some Z’s on that Pearsall chair. That thing was AWESOME! And so were you.”

The moral of the story here is love it, use it, share it with the people (and animals) you love.