Since we’ve had houseguests this past week, I took advantage of the extra hands to help take baby Ike out and about in the world. He was such a champ for hours while lunching at Enoteca, shopping at Uncommon Objects on South Congress, and picking out toys at big box babytown, but actually transporting him was only slightly less painful than having your appendix removed sans anesthesia. Just buckling him into the carseat brings on apoplectic fits, and once the car starts the situation does not improve in the least.
So, guess what? We’re supposed to bring le bebe to our annual family Thanksgiving hoedown at the farm in less than a month, which is a SIX HOUR CAR RIDE AWAY. The very idea brings on nightmares at 3 am. Already. To go back to sleep, I am forced to retreat to my happy place:
Ah, holidays at the cabin. Ok, so this is not our cabin — this little farmhouse in the Catskills belongs to painter Sean Scherer and his partner Mark Mayer.
But that’s not stopping me from imagining that our cabin looks more like this one (no offense, Dad… ps, call me about interior design services).
Seriously, how amazing are those kitchen cabinets made from recycled vintage school lockers? Ok, so I wish I had them in my citified kitchen, too.
I am not hating the bat, either.
Or this Andres Serrano photograph surrounded by vintage anatomical models. Actually, I’m not hating a lot of things about this souped up quirky cabin.
Vintage Pompeii postcards flanked by mercury glass lamps and backed by a punchy wall color? Sure.
Clawfoot tub in a bathroom papered with vintage newsprint and AGITPROP posters??? Hellz yes.
I think I saw an ancient Trading Spaces episode where Vern Yipped a room by papering the walls with old book pages — not nearly as cool as this room papered with blank pages in a geometric pattern.
Do these vintage bird prints as wallpaper pass muster?
These dudes really have a thing for maps and anatomical diagrams, and that’s ok by me. I see they are also afflicted by a pottery collecting obsession, which I can empathize with. It’s a tough disease to cure.
What do we think of the yellow walls, anyway?
This cozy little nook is calling to me. During my 3 am panic attacks, this shall be my new happy place.
Somehow I don’t think I should end with this picture, but it’s the only one I have left, and did I mention that I am frequently awake at 3 am? But do you know what? I’m feeling better. There’s nothing like a little cozy countrification to instill a sense of calm and comfort in an anxious heart.
At least until tonight.
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This has been king of my inspiration files since I saw it in the NYT. I think it could be my favorite home this year. So many good ideas artfully done, but not too done, and that nook breaks my heart, I want it so.
Ugh! J’adore the claw-foot bathroom and the blank page wall. And the reading nook. Damn, you, Sean and Mark and all your…creative cleverness! I know this apothecary/taxidermy look is on the up and up but somehow it’s more palpable in an old cottage vs. some of the other residences I’ve seen. Nice post, chica!
Dude, they have one of the globes posted over at the Brew! How in the world did you find this at the same time… spoooooooky.
I WANT those freaking kitchen cabinets, die die die. Also now thinking how a second home (wait, I still need a first) would be the perfect place to get to do crazier things than you might want to live with on a normal basis…
I feel lazy for ordering my daughter’s new wallpaper. Now I feel like should create something fabulous and decoupage the walls myself.
Love this so much! I was going to add this to my post yesterday about curiosity emporiums, but I couldn’t get the link to work for some weird reason.
Now I know why–it was meant to be your happy place!
What are the chances that You, Ben, Matt and I can make this joint a time-share?
Did you see the globes on Designer’s Brew yesterday?
Anatomical model / cow art room is amazing. Time to remodel my house.
This is one of those farmhouses that is so stylish I wouldn’t even call it a farmhouse. It’s in a league of its own.
Love the kitchen cabinets. And usually I really dislike yellow as a wall color – but that yellow is good!
and I like the bat, too.
I like the yellow ok in the dining room, but I think I might feel too energized to eat. I LOVE that floating, beat-up wood, drawer console-thingy though.
I hear you on the anxiety thing. I’d like nothing more than to just be able to chill the hell out.
I’m all about that room with the nook. Love the bright yellow panels and that rocking chair – it’s got me thinking middle ages meets the trojan horse. I wonder if it’s very comfy.
I have had so many conversations about this house since it was published! It definitely lingers in your head. It has a distinctly (and delightful) masculine aesthetic which makes it seem somewhat un-accessible to me. I just can’t put my finger on it. (well we can start with the Design Crisis approved lack of flowers on in the interior) HA! I might start a minor riot- but I don’t think a woman could’ve designed this space…
Oh girl, I feel for you. Both of my sons HATED their carseats and consequently, we have only visited my Mother recently (6 hr drive away) and that is four years after my first son was born. I promise you that eventually they get over it, but whenever I see a Mom with her baby sleeping happily while buckled in a car seat I sort of want to slug them both. You could try traveling at night? On a lighter note, love that cabin. And love that you use yipped as a verb for “vern-ing” something. I pretty much dug everything but the bird wallpaper/decoupage, it was a bit headache-inducing, as well as that startling shade of yellow. Otherwise, I’d love to vacation at those dudes’ pad anytime.
Gorgeous. Love everything about the place, well maybe not the big bat diagram. I’m terrified of bats…errr…rabies, rather.
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