Archive for July, 2012
When Craigslist postings started popping up left and right for mid century furniture in Boise, it waas reason enough to investigate further.
What I found was Broadway Vintage - A refuge for unappreciated mid century and Danish Modern finds rescued from estate sales, thrift stores and – as one of the owners recently told me – even bought right off the front porch of houses.
Both inventory and patron were filled with the usual suspects; Eames and Wassily replicas, Arch lamps, Lane coffee tables and thick-framed, vintage-briefcase-toting hipsters eye balling console tables to house their collection of antique SLR cameras and Jesus and Mary Chain records. Since their arrival on the scene in winter of 2011 I’ve watched as their audience, knowledge and quality of pieces have risen.
I found this hiding in the basement in a room of unfinished pieces on one my first visits.
A few weeks later I came upon this ottoman at a thrift store.
Before I proceed it is imperative that I explain the tragedy of photo quality is thanks to the suicide of my camera.
But the show must go on.
From Idaho to Colorado to Utah to New Mexico and back again; a constant and relentless stream of blazes have lured Special Man Friend off our shady porch and into the desert so many times that I have almost stopped asking ‘hey, WHERE’S THE FIRE?!” Almost. OK I still ask.
In fact, I’ve come to realize that I usually have a better idea of where in the world he is and when he’ll be home than he does. Thanks obviously goes to
Idaho City Hot Shots. photo: Kari Greer
Despite our despicably short and sparse R&R days, we have still managed to squeeze in every morsel of summer-in-Idaho goodness when he gets to come home.
and then there are the Special Man walnut waffles.
And lastly – the ultimate act of chivalry – showing he still thinks of his Suite Potato and her style whilst battling the forces of mother nature….
A beautiful, bleached, perfectly-intact deer shed.
Naturally, i found a new home for him immediately.
Talk about living on the edge. You think fighting fires is scary – try sleeping under a 6-point, poorly secured deer shed every night.
I kid, I kid.
It’s well secured. Isn’t it? Wait, is it? What if it’s not. I don’t know. Now I’m not sure. I should go check. I’m going to go check.
Stay safe and cool out there, tater tots!
They’re for sale.
Industrial Chic? Let’s call it industrial chic.
1 part modern
1 part sustainable
1 part rustic
1 part minimalist
3 parts awesome
At the heart of industrial chic is the reclaimed wood box frame coffee table. So please advise.
Love it layered. Houzz.
So when I came upon the perfect version on sale at Ennis, I couldn’t help but submit to its sexiness and grace my own living space with its presence.
There were only two remaining.
Just as you could never stare into a kennel and choose to give a home to one of two motherless puppies - I had to take them both. Good thing Tayler’s living room was still crying out for the perfect centerpiece. Two birds, one coffee table.
That was a lot of nonsensical metaphors.
I love a good chair. I love a good pattern. I love a good before/after challenge.
So when a client approached me with the task of outfitting her new living room – building off of just one sofa – It was clear that I had my work cut out for me.
To me, the immediately obvious set-up yearned for a fabulous pair of patterned wing-back chairs. Luckily for me, Tayler was all-too willing to hop on board with the funky train so very little convincing was necessary – although a bit of fabulous inspiration board-sharing was still compulsory.
With my mission clear, I set sail on the Craigslist seas in search of the perfect fixer-uppers and came upon these steal-of-a-deals and started to brainstorm upholstry….
Tayler was particularly fond of their somewhat squatty stature…
…(although the novelty of their petiteness waned slightly upon the sit-test performed by her not-so-petite but oh-so-tolerant husband. All 6″7 of him).
“Yuk!” Exclaimed a judgy Mamma Sally. “I don’t get it.” stated a perplexed Special Man Friend.
Don’t worry. Both statements were immediately retracted when I pulled these puppies out of my car three weeks later.
And all the elements fall into place….
So, to review: