Le Petit Château de Chiens: I'm Not a Photographer...

Unfortunately, I am not the photographer in the family. It really isn't for lack of trying. I see things in my mind, but I can't capture them. My husband has the photographic gene...but he lacks my vision...sorry honey!!

Anyways...I tweeked the front entry way a little more. I wanted to hang a gold mirror above the Bombe chest...to add a little bit of Versaille into the mix. I got an inexpensive mirror from Ross, and painted it with liquid gold foil. I.Hated.It. It looked like I painted on gold paint (which I suppose I did), but it looked cheap. So I got real gold foil. I'm not quite sure what I was thinking. Of course, it was difficult to apply and got everywhere. I sprayed on the glue, which made my previous gold paint start to smeer and melt off. The gold foil is sticky, and by the time I essentially gave up, my hands were covered with gold. I had to ultimately use a little Mineral Spirits to get it off. Several days later, I came back to the mirror and was pleasantly surprised that it didn't look horrible. After rubbing off the excess, it looked rustically elegant. So I ripped off the blue tape, and called it good.

The following pictures are my lame attempts at capturing the detail of the Bombe chest. As an aside, I think I need a whiter lamp shade. The cream just looks off. Perhaps black!?

Eff it....heres the damn dog again.

Here is my marble bistro table with my crystal chandelier. When I came home to this a few weeks ago, I literally gasped. It took my breath away. And there is no way you would know that, from this horrible picture :(.

I think the house is worse than before, but you have to get worse to get better. Clutter is like acne, and my house has a HUGE ass zit...

Like the hole in the wall of our kitchen? The previous house owner had a hard wired home phone...with a cord. You know the one. You probably had one in the 80's. Its probably been there since the 80's. It's going to the Re-Store if anyone is interested ;).