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I guess it’s obvious that my new year’s resolution is not to be a better blogger. It’s been so long since I last posted that it’s hard to dust away the cobwebs and decide how best to condense the last couple of months… We need to get up to speed, people. Sorry if you’ve already seen this on my Instagram, but for everyone else it’s recap time.

In my last post long ago, way back in the Jurassic period when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I was more than a little chagrined at my art and decor garage stash. I have enough stuff to flood Ebay and Etsy and 1st Dibs, but somehow I can’t stop buying things “for clients.” Ahem.

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Hot on the heels of my hoarder post, I saw this gorgeous rug and I told myself not to buy it because I already have 500 rugs. I should have bought that rug. The time to buy vintage and antiques is when you see them.

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$300 richer than I might have been, we headed to ye olde Texarkana to visit with family and enjoy a Thanksgiving feast. Boys in ties make my mama heart melt. Three minutes later they were covered in chocolate pie.

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I spent a lot of time with Sanders picking colors so I could repaint my house AGAIN. Paint is like crack. I like to huff the low VOC fumes. I paint my house more often than I paint my nails (that’s not saying much).

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Pretty much as soon as the paint dried, this happened. Look! Someone besides me is shooting my house… who can it be? Look for hot news and details very soon.

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Two days after the shoot, we flew to Hawaii where I got my annual pedicure. Then the boys proceeded to get very very sick and puke all over the plane on the way home.

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After that I got the flu and Ben had to wrap all the Christmas presents, which turned into an epic feat of measuring and crisp folding. My gift wrapping experiments always look like a rabid beaver got hold of them. It’s hard to be married to an overachiever.

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And then something real bad happened — worse than 103 fever and diarrhea flu, worse than puking children, worse than no sleep for weeks while redecorating the entire house, worse than my gift wrapping skills: Karly moved to Portland. There are no words for how sad and lonely this makes me feel. Without Karly Hand, this blog would not exist. Dammit, this is making me cry. No words.

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New Years eve. Fire. Enough said.

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Three days later we celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary, which is kind of silly since we’re coming up on our 19th dateiversary. Sorry Ben, I had to pick the picture where I looked least annoyed to be photographed. You lose.

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And that brings us back to present day. I’m feeling more than a bit of nostalgia for the past year, but I’m also pretty excited for things to come. I have big news, lots of renovations coming up, client work to share, cute kid antics a plenty, and of course more insane hoarder shopping to inflict upon you. It’s already a busy busy year for me, but I am resolved to slow it down at least a little. By the end of 2013 I felt like I was burning the candle at both ends, then I broke the candle in half to make more ends… it was too much.

I must remember to pace myself. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

But I do so love to haul ass, and I’ve never been one to jog casual like with my hands all floppy at the waist. I’m not the tortoise, but no one roots for the fist pumping, hot dogging hare.

I need some balance. 2014: Year of the Level.

Not exactly the most exciting, but there you have it. Hope you’ll stick around to watch me fall off the wagon once or twice.

Cheers to a new year!

 

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2nd Dibs

First of all, thank you for tuning in for the One Room Challenge series and sorry about the technical snafus brought on by extra traffic… I’m working on some hosting ch-ch-changes. Anyway, after spending six straight weeks cranking out decorating-as-spectator-sport posts, I’m still feeling a little frenzy whipped. The pace was INSANE. But the whole experience was super fun and I learned a lot and I also bought a lot of stuff along the way. When I say a lot, I mean I can’t park my car in the garage anymore and my husband is pissed offus maximus. Let’s review just a few fruits of my recent shopping labors, shall we?

vintage arc lamps

If you follow me on instagram, then you already know I scored these vintage Italian arc lamps at Round Top a while back. My buying inhibitions were precipitously low on the day we hit the market so I have a smidge of buyer’s remorse over a few things, but not these. I do need to call around and get some plating estimates, though. Anyone have experience with brass replating?

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Whilst at Round Top I also bought this 80s painting by a Dallas artist that dealers kept going nuts for, but I can’t remember his name and the vaguely legible signature is not helping me track down any info.

70s painting

I do know that basking in the glow of that mustache might give me sunburn. I can tell this is a really good painting… wish I could figure out who done it. I also wish a new frame would jump up on that because birch wood is not doing the dude any favors.

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Not content to buy just one (million) paintings, I also nabbed this Jenny Andrews Anderson jellyfish inspired masterpiece. Can’t wait to get it in my house and figure out where “Abyss” wants to live. I keep selling all my good stuff to clients when they bat their cute little eyelashes, but this one is mine.

brass bamboo mirror

Meanwhile this picture is full of stuff I plan to sell. I already sold the needlepoints and you may recall that the cobras and black vase were employed in the service of my dinette reveal. I know someone out there desperately needs a giant brass boot vase… right? And I am dying to do a super chic moody kid room with those silly Master Simpson and Chums prints in them. I hope the child bearing world is listening to my pleas.

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And then there’s this. At a flea market I spied with my gimlet eye a filthy ice bucket… I’m not sure what turned my head, but I bought it and what do you know? It’s a beat up Christofle piece designed by Luc Lanel in the 30s. The pits and dings were really bugging me for a while, but I’m starting to love the patina.

So to summarize, I have way too much stuff. This is not even a teeny tiny molecular fraction of the stuff that’s wrapped up in the garage. Apparently I can’t stop buying things “for clients,” so I’m wondering if I should rent a storage unit? Would that make me a hoarder? Is it too late for that anyway? Should I open an Etsy shop? Would people buy my junque?

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I even have one of these lying about. I have EVERYTHING.

Off to catalog and inventory the warehouse. Send in the jaws of life if you don’t hear from me in a week.

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That Time I Auditioned For an HGTV Show

Sorry for the light (to no) posting, but things be crazy up in here. As you may have oh so cannily surmised from my title, I’ve been a little busy doing things I swore I would never do. Things like trying out for a reality show that involves competing for money on national freaking tv. I must have huffed too much lacquer remover because that’s just nuts… right?

So, here’s the scoop — I spent a week of my life shooting self portraits and portfolio pictures and filling out MASSIVE ridiculous mountains of paperwork so that I could attend a local HGTV casting call for a house flipping show. Hilarious/not hilarious side story: I was almost done laying out 15 pages of said paperwork drama on a program I don’t normally use when I left for literally five seconds and turned around to find Luke standing at my computer, playing it like a piano… 15 pages totally jacked up. Hahahaha kids are so cute. Sort of.

Anyway, head shots happened:

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What? I didn’t tell you that it’s a team challenge? The plot thickens. So if we get on the show we have to renovate an entire house with no subcontractors. By ourselves. All of it. This is Matt, he’s Karly’s husband and he’s a contractor. So basically my plan for world domination involves me bossing Matt around while he lays acres of teeny tiny tile in a herringbone pattern all over the walls, floors, stove… anything that will move. I can’t wait for him to read this news!

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So Matt and I head to the casting at a hotel with terrible carpet. I’m not very good at selfies or apparently even at the ubiquitous instagram foot shot, because it looks like I have cankles and there’s a big ugly scab with a flashing filtered arrow pointing towards it. But check out that fugly carpet! I have photo priorities.

In between nitpicking the delightful decor we’re just sitting there, assessing our competitors. It seems like virtually everyone but me has spent more than five minutes on their (very large) hair and makeup, and I bet nobody else got puked on that morning after arm wrestling a 13 month old all night for four hours of sleep. Other businessy people are setting up installations for clients. We are playing (and winning) iphone physics quiz. Did I mention priorities?

To make a long story short, we waited three hours for a three minute interview. We did our silly dog and pony show, and then we went home.

And got called back.

Fast forward to a couple of days later, when I still have not slept or ironed the tired wrinkles off my face. We are then subjected to an hour long interview under lights and camera with a pair of adorably adorable ladies. I’m pretty sure I aced that shit — just being honest (I hope). I mean I could always always always do better but I think I interview well thanks to years of teaching and many more years spent talk talk talking at my husband. Meanwhile I have no idea what Matt said because they split us up and interviewed separately for a while… like at a police station. Hopefully he didn’t mention the dead bodies.

So that’s what’s been happening. We should know in October if we will be famous and stuff. Wish us luck!

On another tv front, Little Miss Amy Hadley and her fancy YNN crew (or maybe just Jesse the camera dude) came over Tuesday to film another House Proud segment on rugs. My favorite!!!

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I really wanted to take pictures of our house all blissfully clean and styled up, but I only had 2.2 spare seconds to shoot so this is what you get.

Can you say giant amazing lucite coffee table? Can you say it five times really fast?

Now say, Erin you’re not too old to be on tv. Because apparently I have gone from shrinking violet to total fame whore. Soon I will assuredly become insufferable and direct all inquiries to my publicist, so please leave a comment now while you can.

You dudes rule.

 

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In Which I Humiliate Myself, AKA Video of My Nursery Tour on House Proud

You know how sometimes you see pictures of yourself, or hear recordings of your voice, or — you know — see yourself on tv, and wonder how the pod people managed to take over while you were sleeping?

You know?

ABSOLUTELY!

I suspect my parents will be confused when they discover I have transitioned from born and raised in east Texas to Jessica from Sweet Valley High (don’t judge). Or maybe I always sound like that?! Either way, I need some elocution lessons.

Thankfully Luke is adorable and precious and pretty much steals the show. Plus Amy Hadley is utterly charming! If you live in Austin the segment will be airing on YNN today.

Enjoy the video and try not to hurl tomatoes at your screen.

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Hot News

Wow. Summer is really slapping down my blogging mojo. I just can’t bring myself to recount the long days spent wiping baby butts, fighting toddler tantrums and wilting in the triple digit heat, even though I know you’re dying for every glamorous detail.

But I guess I do have, oh… a few little things going on. Things like this:

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If you squint your eyes you can see that’s my living room with YNN tv anchor Amy Hadley standing smack dab in the middle of it. That’s because she’s running a new home and garden television series called House Proud and our humble home is going to be featured.

Baller!

The promo started running on Time Warner Austin last Saturday, and Amy and her crew will be coming back next week to tape segments in the teal room and Luke’s nursery.

And to interview me.

I would be cold sweat chills cramps nervous all day and night if Amy weren’t so laid back and adorable. Just look at that cute face:

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I know, I know. It’s blurry. I have a master’s degree in photography but I can’t seem to take a single clear picture with my freaking camera phone.

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That hashtag says I was totally pressured into joining Instagram, so you can catch the breaking news in all its blurry glory right here.

I’m planning to blog more behind the scenes action as it unfolds, and perhaps between now and then I will learn something about photography. Taking pictures without a screaming kicking baby in my arms should help.

Don’t worry, you will hear a lot more about my newfound fame and fortune. Probably you will hate me before the show even airs.

Some non sequitur housekeeping:

Pinterest has eaten all the pictures from a year’s worth of previous posts and I can’t figure out how to restore them… I can’t even figure out what the pictures were to begin with. It’s really awesome. I’m slowly re uploading broken links, but in the meantime I do apologize for the ugly old posts.

Also, I am revamping the back end of the blog and you may find that my permalinks have changed or that stuff has disappeared or that generally Design Crisis is heading down the slippery slope of neglect and ruin.

Rest assured everything will be shiny and newly ergonomic very soon. Or at least soonish.

And finally, I have gone a little berserk in the shopping department.

italian modern marbleKeep checking back for updates. Sooner or later these kids have to nap so I can blog, right?

Right?

Later, taters. Don’t forget to slather on the sunscreen.

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