Now? I has a house. Of course, my taste has changed, as has my budget (new My Blog Drinking Game = drink ten shots if D goes one entry without mentioning how poor she is).
Got this vase for $10 from a yard sale last week. It says it's Japanese, but I don't know how true that is. All I know is that it's got intricate line painting and high contrast and it's LOVELY. We're looking for a nice tall plant stand to put it on, but we'll probably have to yard sale/thrift store that as well, since IKEA has failed us in providing cheap things that are actually what we want.
Hubs found this cat in our storage trailer, which is stuffed full of random appliances, a broken tanning bed, a cast-iron stove we plan on stealing at some point, and my mother-in-law's Christmas supplies, which take up a whole room. I like the devious look on his featureless face. I also like the dried daffodils in the green glass vase. I also really like green glass.
We got this print in Kyoto, while walking along the Philosopher's Path. The artist hand-drew this, incredibly detailed and intricate and wow. We wanted to buy all of them, but that would have been something like 200 bucks, so one it was. The size was very irregular and didn't fit any standard frames, so instead we got creative with a floating glass frame. I'd prefer a nicer sight through the glass than our crappy double-wide wallpaper, but it's better than nothing.
Maneki neko says, "Hello!" If I had a lot of money, I would buy a lot of maneki neko. I would stick them all in a big shadow box and hang it on my wall.
We got this hand-painted postcard on the Philosopher's Path for a mere dollah. The picture frame is a wedding gift that has sat unused for almost two years (coincidentally enough, since the wedding), but Hubs decided it would go nicely together. I like his style.
My in-laws go to a lot of yard sales, and often find really amazing stuff. Mother-in-law and her sister found a set of shadow boxes somewhere, and I was given this one. I LOVE shadow boxes. They are like adult dollhouses except you can't reach in and play with the stuff you put in them. This one is hanging on my office wall (my RED walls, that I painted myself, four coats, no applause) and is appropos what with the books and all.
I don't own all that many knickknacks anymore, since I disposed of a lot of them every time we moved and have only just begun to accumulate more. These knickknacks, however, are not going anywhere. They are from left to right: a peacock feather and Pier One red glass bottle centerpiece from our wedding, a frame containing baby pictures of Hubs, a menorah I got for my Bat Miztvah (it's never used, but I likez eet), Agent Skully, the artist formerly known as Mr. Skullhead (Mother-in-law randomly painted that for Hubs back in the day and I stole it from him), a Ramune bottle (Japanese soda), a Wieselburger beer bottle (drunk by me in Vienna circa 2003), and a Jelinek rum bottle (purchased by me in Prague circa 2003).
We have a china hutch full of pretty things. I've always loved the blue and white patterns of Mediterranean-inspired stuff, like these condiment dishes with their tiny spoons. There's also an incense burner I honestly can't remember how I acquired, and a trinket box decorated with seeds that my mom got us from Argentina.
I sewed and embroidered this mat for our side table a few months ago, to keep the lamp from scratching the hell out of it and to distract the eye from the unsightly lamp cord. Our living room/dining room area has this whole muted, earthy crimson-sage-tan-black color palette going on, so I went with that. Now I need to make one for the coffee table, because we are slovenly slackers and use dish rags to lay our plates on while we eat on the couch in front of the TV, oh god.
We need to get some more wall art at some point, but I like what we have so far.
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