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Lou Hodges. The leather is a dark greyish blue not unlike Payne’s Grey. My general dislike of oak has been surpassed by a love for the contours of the frame. Design One.
Lou Hodges. The leather is a dark greyish blue not unlike Payne’s Grey. My general dislike of oak has been surpassed by a love for the contours of the frame. Design One.
Scanners are superb, but I encourage taking photos of book-pages as if one has a camera the size of a pen, and must appropriate images for a future mission. These photos I took several weeks ago in an antique store. At first I was excited and almost bought the book, but then I frugally sat and looked through it and it was wonderfully presented like an appetizer highly anticipated.
Scanners are superb, but I encourage taking photos of book-pages as if one has a camera the size of a pen, and must appropriate images for a future mission. These photos I took several weeks ago in an antique store. At first I was excited and almost bought the book, but then I frugally sat and looked through it and it was wonderfully presented like an appetizer highly anticipated. 
Yesterday, I went a second time to look at these table and chairs at the Alliance for African Assitance Thrift Store on El Cajon in San Diego. I thought I would buy them but when I went to see them again, I decided to pass. They do hold a certain interest. They have the same chromed frame as the Italian black leather folding chairs that I used to have, which is perhaps why I thought they were leather, but they are not. After a bit of considering I passed as there is really too much to do to make it into something, new seat covers, chromed, and repolished glass edges and even after the work I felt that they would be not quite there. I do still like them, maybe I’ll go back.
Yesterday, I went a second time to look at these table and chairs at the Alliance for African Assitance Thrift Store on El Cajon in San Diego. I thought I would buy them but when I went to see them again, I decided to pass. They do hold a certain interest. They have the same chromed frame as the Italian black leather folding chairs that I used to have, which is perhaps why I thought they were leather, but they are not. After a bit of considering I passed as there is really too much to do to make it into something, new seat covers, chromed, and repolished glass edges and even after the work I felt that they would be not quite there. I do still like them, maybe I’ll go back. 
San Juan Capistrano is a charming stop on the train from San Diego to Los Angeles. There is a antiques place on the main road that a dealer friend of mine would describe as being full of brown antiques .
I did like these Italian tole sconces. As I stood there looking at them, I found them most agreeable. I would quite like to see them electrified with with bright acid yellow silk shades on either side of a mirror in a powder room. It seems that as design goes, most people are too concerned with being careful, trying to make the tasteful choice or doing what they think is right–but style, as they say, takes commitment.
My good friend Isabella got so bothered by the designers she worked with that she started leaving out Christmas ornaments in depression era bowls on sidetables all year round. As if she forgot to put all the decorations away. She left the oddly muted orange painted wall in her living room and her collection of mismatched jars and vases grew as well as her piles of books and book shelves. Her bedroom became her own little haven where she painted the walls mauve and left her bird’s cage sitting on top of a high bookshelf after he had gone as a memento. The last I saw it there was Victorian embroidered dressing screen shoved in the corner barely hiding a file cabinet with a pashmina draped over her desk. Her husband, an avid squash player, collected vintage rackets which were displayed down her meandering hallway on a blueish gray wall.
Designers design but not many create. Isabella’s contrary approach created something quite wonderful which was for her natural and well styled, but of course not for everyone, which is really the point.
San Juan Capistrano is a charming stop on the train from San Diego to Los Angeles. There is a antiques place on the main road that a dealer friend of mine would describe as being full of brown antiques .
I did like these Italian tole sconces. As I stood there looking at them, I found them most agreeable. I would quite like to see them electrified with with bright acid yellow silk shades on either side of a mirror in a powder room. It seems that as design goes, most people are too concerned with being careful, trying to make the tasteful choice or doing what they think is right–but style, as they say, takes commitment.
My good friend Isabella got so bothered by the designers she worked with that she started leaving out Christmas ornaments in depression era bowls on sidetables all year round. As if she forgot to put all the decorations away. She left the oddly muted orange painted wall in her living room and her collection of mismatched jars and vases grew as well as her piles of books and book shelves. Her bedroom became her own little haven where she painted the walls mauve and left her bird’s cage sitting on top of a high bookshelf after he had gone as a memento. The last I saw it there was Victorian embroidered dressing screen shoved in the corner barely hiding a file cabinet with a pashmina draped over her desk. Her husband, an avid squash player, collected vintage rackets which were displayed down her meandering hallway on a blueish gray wall.
Designers design but not many create. Isabella’s contrary approach created something quite wonderful which was for her natural and well styled, but of course not for everyone, which is really the point.
