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Well, it's March, and time for a change of palette. My colors this month are green and grey, and all their permutations.
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I spent the morning, with Q in her stroller, perusing the paint chips at a local big box. There are few idle indoor occupations I enjoy more than perusing paint colors. No, I have nothing that needs painting, but I thought it would help me to wrap my mind around the new month and its new colors.
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It's not easy to change mental gears when you have spent a month immersed in a certain color palette, seeing, photographing everything through that particular lens. That, and I thought green and grey would be challenging in my own personal environment since these are not colors that exist in my home (though I once saw a wall painted a color called "oyster", and I will someday have a wall that color, somewhere. It was very chic).
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But I decided to start off the month by snapping little snippets of things around the house, which helped me to discover that there is more green and grey in my home than I ever imagined, at least on a small scale.
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Also, a friend (you know who you are!) has been asking me to show off some of the loot I sent home from San Francisco, and this seemed like a good way to do it. Here, a table runner from
Japantown and some pieces from my beloved collection of miniature designer classic chairs.
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Possibly the purchase closest to my heart: a beautiful beetle from Paxton Gate on Valencia.
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The beetle serves as replacement and proxy for my beloved blue Brazilian butterfly that my parents bought me at
Deyrolle in Paris when I was small. The butterfly still occupies its place on a dresser in
Brissac, and I have waited all these years to find its replacement. It had to be the right bug in the right place at the right time. As soon as I saw the painted monkey on a
sandwichboard on that San Francisco sidewalk, as soon as we walked in the door of Paxton Gate with the lion's head frozen in mid-roar overhead and the marmosets cavorting ghoulishly over the cash register, I knew I had found the right place. It took me two days to decide that I had found the right bug, but in the end I purchased the first one that had caught my eye, in all his whiskered, striped glory. And I love him.
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The robots are not a recent purchase - those were discovered in an antique shop on Tennyson the first year we moved to Denver.
On a side note, relating to toys and their decorative properties: At the age of 21 and living out my first year in New York City, I had - briefly - a boyfriend who's sister was a Victoria's Secret model. The boyfriend was quite stunning in his own right -
rangy and lean, dressing, like James Dean, in white t-shirts and faded Levis, and with the same heavy, brooding brows and thick swatch of red-gold hair. At the time, he was living in his sister's wonderful multi-level, exposed-brick apartment in the West Village, while she was experiencing the peak of her career on the West Coast. The apartment had been decorated by the sister and her boyfriend, who had the most delightful collection of vintage toys - Transformers and robots and space men. The apartment was quite stark - just white walls, blond furniture, black-and-white photos and distressed brick. But every nook, cranny, shelf and lip of wall was populated by those wonderful vintage toys. This was the 80s, before the style of decorating with toys had become so wildly trendy.
I have never forgotten that apartment, and it influences me still.
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From my collection of vintage car ads.
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Our wall of pictures.
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Things collecting dust. Our daughter has a way of pulling books out of our overstocked shelves that we have forgotten about, and forcing us to revisit them. I'm not sure how she makes her selections, but she has interesting taste.
Gibran's The Prophet is one of her favorites. But her
alltime most consistent choice is Argonauts of the Western Pacific,
Bronislaw Malinowski's dense and somewhat painful tome on his time living with the Trobriand people of a small Pacific island chain near
Papua, New Guinea. I'm not sure what draws Q to this particular work, but she seems a bit obsessed.
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Another in our hoard of pulp Westerns.
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The inspiration wall over my computer desk.
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Stacks of work in progress.
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When you are the parent of a toddler, toys drift in the corners of every room like windblown snow.
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A collage from my
roadtrip years.
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Sonny Angel. What is it about them?
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More miniatures. They make my heart glad every time I look at them.
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My beetle, finding his place.
4 comments:
I am drooling here!!! Love it all! I am amazed at your collection, you seem to collect a lot like me. It is something that calls to you at the moment and has meaning. Not just something that you buy because it is cute. I have a small home, so I put a lot of thought into any piece that I buy. Every piece in my home says something about me.
You definitely make me feel like I'm visiting an expert. Beautiful artistic warmth. Thanks for sharing.
Oh - I LOVE greens and greys - and this post! ;o)
Wish you a beautiful day with beautiful colors!
I am sad to say goodbye to red and pink, but looking forward to follow your palette this month.
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