Living Room Art Wall, Part 2

First half of artwork wall
Ready for more of the tour? This is the side I’ve had for the longest. I thought I’d just weight the pictures towards one side of the wall, but I didn’t love it. And the nesting impulse was just begging for more to do, so I kept right on going all the way across. But these images are really what started it all.

The lovers
The Lovers by seller Delany LaFae. This photographer is the same one who did the Sunday Afternoon picture from last time. She was having a 2 for 1 sale, so after finding the picture of the books and tea I looked through her shop to find my free one and came upon this picture I loved even more. Talk about mushy love art. She visits these trees several times throughout the year and takes pictures of them in different seasons. This one was my favorite – in the rain.

home
Home Sweet Home by seller benben. More amazing illustration. This picture has a place of honor right in the middle because it’s such a beautiful symbol of our foremost goal for our home. That it’s a place of sanctuary. I’m nuts about the modern graphic treatment of such an old fashioned ideal.

Hope letterpress
Hope letterpress by seller Sweet Harvey. You all know how I feel about letterpress. This artist is a great one and I fell totally in love with the sentiment behind this work.

owl on dictionary page
Owl from seller Little Rice There are a whole lot of etsy shops printing images on vintage dictionary pages. I love owls as a symbol of wisdom, so this one seemed like a perfect fit.

Atti with wonder
This is one of my favorite pictures of Atti I’ve ever taken and the only family photo to make the wall. I just love his little face looking so full of wonder, gazing out into his future. Plus he looks so handsome with his olive colored eyes.

And lastly,

Gethsemane
Gethsemane by artist J. Kirk Richards. This piece is really special to me. I could probably write an entire post just about this one. It’s my lone non-etsy purchase, mainly because most non-etsy artists are out of my price range. Richards offers some of his artwork as open stock prints so I was able to get this one really affordably. Despite being a religious person, I don’t have any religious artwork in my home. Everything I’ve seen just didn’t really move me. So much of it is so ubiquitous that they’re almost like family photos, I couldn’t find anything that felt, well, transcendent.

Then I found this piece and was moved by it. But even better, I saw that angel and it looked markedly feminine to me. I’ve been in love ever since. It made me remember this pivotal experience I had as a kid that may have been the moment I embraced feminism. I was reading about Christ in the garden of Gethsemane and of the angel that attended him in his hour of greatest need. As a young, earnest, emotional, teenager I read that and wished that I could have been that angel. I told someone about that wish and they said, “It couldn’t have been you. It would have had to have been someone who had the Priesthood.” That reaction broke my little teenage heart and led me to challenge those views ever since. And I had forgotten all about that experience until I saw that painting.

I’m so pleased with how this project has turned out. I think you can get a good sense of what is important to our family. Education, home, faith, wonder, knowledge, humor, courage, a lot of love, and some cats.

Living Room Art Wall, Part 1

Completed artwork wall

I’ve been meaning to show this off for ages and ages, but, well, you know.

My hopes for the adoption sent my nesting instinct off, but I was trying so hard to be careful with how I channeled it. No nursery planning, no quilt making, I had to nest over something that would work for us no matter what the outcome was. I’m glad I did because I’m left with no regrets and a house full of artwork that I really treasure.

My biggest challenge was the long wall in our family room above the television. If this were our permanent house than I would have no choice but to do an elaborate built in shelving arrangement. But as a rental I’m not even going to go to the trouble to mount the TV to the wall. Which made decorating tricky since I’m stuck with a really low television and a whole lot of wall.

I attempted to put a few family photos here, but it just felt off. Too prominent, too intimate, it felt somehow like a shrine. Instead I thought about images that would symbolize our family, our goals, the things that are most important to us, and searched through etsy to find artwork that reflected that.

Etsy is just a miracle for this kind of thing. I find it hard to keep up with a lot of the time because it’s just an embarrassment of riches, but if you know what you’re looking for there is just no better place on this earth.

There’s a lot to get through, so I’m going to break this into two posts. For today we’ll start on the right side and make our way towards the middle.

Joan of Arc
A vintage reproduction poster of Joan of Arc from seller Alpine Graphics. This piece was such a score. It is not only a nod to my love of art nouveau graphics, but in honor of a feminist hero. One of my favorites.

Cat watercolor
Cat watercolor by seller Linda Butterfly. This was a last minute addition when I decided I needed a couple more pieces to fill the wall. You all know how we feel about cats around here, but I try not to let my house reflect that too much. I thought this one was subtle enough and artsy enough to stay on this side of the crazy cat lady line while still including the fuzzy members of our family.

Cuddles
Cuddles by seller Gumball Grenade. Atti is such a daddy’s boy, I wanted a little something to reflect their special relationship. Tell me, how perfect is this?

Sunday Afternoon
A Sunday Afternoon by seller DelanyLaFae. My decorating style doesn’t really lend itself to teacups, but this picture is a nice way to bring in an image that brings me a lot of peace and happiness. I might go have a cup of tea as soon as I finish this.

I think I'm in Love
I Think I’m In Love by seller Rosie Music. There is so much fantastic illustration available on etsy. I wanted to have a few pieces of mushy love art that didn’t go overboard. This one is exactly mushy enough for me. Plus, there are books involved in the relationship, and that makes me happy.

Intellectuals
We Are Intellectuals by seller Laura George I’m just wild about everything in this lady’s shop. Seriously, I could have done some damage there. I settled on this piece because it so fit with portraying the values I wanted. I want my family to pursue academic excellence and intellectual endeavors, but with a big fat sense of humor.

OK, that’s enough for one day. We’ll get to the other side tomorrow.

2011 Year of Pleasures #7

Bear came through in a big way for Valentine’s Day this year.

Valentine's Tulips
First, as a gift of love to console me through the tough news, he took advantage of all the pre-Valentine’s flower sales to bring me my favorites. These tulips arrived as little green pods and it’s been a joy to watch them burst.

Cinnamon Lollipop Bouquet
On the day itself Bear came home from work making a huge racket as he struggled through the front door with a great big box and a big plastic bag. Once he unveiled all his treasures I wound up with five boxes of my favorite lollipops and latest obsession, and…

aluminum table
this stunning aluminum table I spotted at Costco a few weeks ago and moped about leaving behind. The stinker made me see reason, that we really couldn’t afford it and we had so many other places to use that money, and then he went back the next day and bought it. It’s been stashed in his office ever since.

It’s easy to see that gift giving is one of Bear’s love languages, and I just get to be the lucky girl who lives with it.

Recouping

Fancy chocolates

The last few months have been so exhausting, both good exhausting and bad exhausting but either way leaving me at a low emotional ebb. So Bear and I took a couple of days off to recharge our spirits. Luckily it happened when San Francisco Sketchfest was in town, so I’ve gotten to see a ton of really excellent comedy when I needed it the most.

Saturday night we drove into the city to catch a taping of one of the comedy podcasts I’m always going on about, Never Not Funny. The show was at 2, so we had our adorable babysitter come over to play with Atticus in the morning, and then drove in for a fancy lunch. After much consultation with Yelp, and a surprisingly hard time finding a nice place to eat lunch in a town known for it’s food, we decided on Gamine.

I ordered a brie and proscuitto crepe which I have to confess not liking a ton, but I didn’t even care. Bear got this mustard and apple cider glazed pork chop served on a bed of brussel sprouts, and then we got a side of the potato gratin. I devoured every last sprout and all of the gratin and then ate nearly an entire loaf of bread as I rudely used it to sop up the sauce on Bear’s pork. That sauce! I nearly licked the plate clean.

I wanted to try one of the delicious sounding desserts, but Bear wanted to walk off his meal before heading in for more, so we poked around a couple of the shops on Union street, I just about had a tantrum in an antique store when I saw all the delectable midcentury furniture that couldn’t come home with me, and we stumbled upon the chocolate shop that sold us those treasures in the photo.

I don’t really like chocolate (I know.) unless it comes hot and in a mug, but Bear loves chocolate, so he spotted the shop and wanted to get our dessert there. When he spotted a sign for gourmet hot chocolate, he knew he could make us both happy. CocoaBella is my new obsession. First of all, the hot chocolate they made me was out of this world. I chose a shade of chocolate and a flavoring, and what they handed me was like a warm chocolate hazelnut pudding. So rich I just drank it in little savoring sips.

Then we chose a few chocolates, but these are no simple chocolates. This place turned out to kind of be a chocolate gallery, with each selection carefully curated from the best artisan chocolatiers in the world. I had a pear one, a tangerine and chili one, and a lemon zest one, and I can’t stop thinking about them.

We got to our show with plenty of time to spare so I had a couple of minutes to meet some people I’ve chatted with over the internet thanks to our shared love of comedy nerd things, and then watch the show working on my knitting in between times I was clutching my stomach from laughing too hard.

The theater was right next to Chinatown and there was a big outdoor festival going on, so we had to zoom out of there as soon as the show was over, but once I saw we had driven past the historic City Lights bookstore, I forced Jared to stop and let me out so I could go check the place out while he drove around the block a few times.

An independent bookstore, a comedy show, gourmet hot chocolate, a walk in the city, midcentury furniture and a fancy French meal. If that is not a day that recharges my spirits, I don’t know if there’s any hope for me.

Nesting mojo alive and well

So I’m still feeling a little worn out and uninspired on the making things front, but I’m still keeping busy. Heaven knows I couldn’t just take a few days to rest. I happened upon a great big sale at Aaron’s Brothers and decided that all the artwork I have been collecting had spent enough time in the closet, so I’ve been pouring all the time and energy into nesting instead of crafting.

Then I started hanging the pictures I bought and decided they were incomplete without a whole lot more, and a framing monster was created. It will take me a few days to share everything I’ve got. I got a touch obsessed.

The good weather is apparently hiding in the same place as my crafting mojo because overcast winter light is all I’ve had for days. I finally just had to give up waiting for better picture taking weather and just go with it.

new artwork and frame
This was done by Emily Martin of Inside A Black Apple. I had no place in mind for it when I bought it, I just saw it and absolutely had to have it.

Art by The Black Apple
Now it’s hanging in our bedroom over the low dresser, but in the house of my dreams it will be in our library, right next to the ladder attached to the wall of bookshelves. Until that day, I do the majority of my reading in the bedroom so it’s only fitting.

new frame
On the wall opposite that I framed this old picture of Bear and me during our first year of marriage. I think I may have posted this one before. It was part of a collection of photos my sister gave me over the summer.

At the Beginning
The quality of the picture is not great, but I don’t care. It’s such a perfect image of the opposites attracting that Bear and I are. Me in all my 90’s alterna gear and Bear looking like he stepped straight out of Saved By the Bell.

Our bedroom is the place I’m having the hardest time coming up with artwork. I don’t want to decorate with anything that doesn’t have some significance to our family. Nothing mass produced just because it’s pretty. But I also want it to be a place just for me and Bear. No pictures of kids, no statements of family goals like in other rooms, just stuff for the two of us. But also something not too private so that it can be displayed on the wall. It’s a challenge, but it’s also been really fun to think so deeply about what I want to symbolize our life together.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Face

We’re off to spend the holiday with Bear’s family in Orange County. We plan on stuffing our faces, sleeping for 14 hours, and then heading off for another all night marathon of the comedy stylings of one Mr. Jimmy Pardo. It should be a great weekend.

But if you’ll allow me a mushy moment, a day to give thanks seems like an appropriate time to tell all of you how much you mean to me. I usually don’t get a chance to respond to comments like I should, but I of course read them and know who all my frequent commenters are and hold you close in my heart. Your support means the world to me, and I am thankful for all of you.

2010 Year of Pleasures #43

clean bedroom

Proof that my husband loves me. Knowing how perpetually behind I’ve been feeling, and how much it would mean to me, he scrubbed the entire house while I was gone.

clean kitchen

Our computer was also overtaken by viruses, AGAIN, so in between parenting all by himself, dealing with the usual 24 hour a day work calls, and scrubbing the house, he fixed the computer up so that I wouldn’t have to melt down without it when I got back.

clean studio

And his cleaning was so thorough that he even cleaned the places that never get cleaned, like the floor of my studio. Now Atti won’t come out covered in glitter and stray fabric bits when he plays in there.

He spoils me, I know it.

I think he’s trying to tell me something

Puzzle books

After 11 years of marriage, Bear knows me well enough to know that it is just not in me to take some time off and relax. On a day when I mention that I’m not feeling well, he’ll say, “Well, just take it easy today…” and then catch himself and we’ll both laugh. Take it easy. Me. That’s cute.

Instead, he’ll try to trick me into relaxation by buying me a puzzle book in hopes that it will entice me to take a load off while the gears in my head keep turning.

This is just the pile that’s in the living room. There’s another one like this in the bathroom and in the bedroom. Do you think he’s trying to send me a message?

Living the Single Life

If some all powerful person were to come to me and say, OK Tresa, you have 4 days that are all your own. How would you like to spend them? I don’t know that I would have much to add to how my trip actually panned out. My week in Utah was rejuvenating on every level. I stayed, all by myself as it turned out, in the most gorgeous condo I’ve ever seen. A condo with incredible interior design and a view of the city to die for. I got in late Tuesday night, and the first thing I did was take a long bath with a good book.

Courthouse

The conference didn’t start until Wednesday night, so I had a whole day in the city to myself. I slept in as late as I could, took my time getting ready, then took a walk downtown to meet my sister for lunch at a fantastic bakery where I got a gourmet grilled cheese sandwich with caramelized onions and sun-dried tomatoes, and took an enormous box of pastries back to the condo. Then it started raining. There is very little better than the smell of rain hitting dry concrete. Smells like home to me.

SLC fountain

We made our way to a nearby used bookstore, where they happened to be selling a bible owned by Joseph Smith (for a measly 1.5 million.) Typically the bible is kept under glass, but we walked in right when news crews arrived so we got to watch as the owner of the store turned through the pages to show us a better view.

Joseph Smith Bible

We ran back to my sister’s house to pick up the kids and get a quick visit with them. They are so my sister’s children. Free spirits, funny, unabashed love bombs.

Visiting my niece

Then the luxurious vacation part of my trip ended, and it was time to get to work. I spent the next three days engaged in intense conversation with some of the greatest minds and biggest hearts I have ever even heard of. It is so rewarding to come to a place full of such incredible people and be so thoroughly appreciated. I am so grateful to discover this online community of people wrestling with the faith we share with their whole might mind and strength. It is inspiring, and challenges me to keep doing more. Striving to be more honest in my head and in my heart, and more accepting of all the different roads we all walk.

Intense conversation

I am so happy to be home and craving every chance I can get to nestle together in the arms of my family. Going away is wonderful, but it always reminds me how happy I am with what I have.

2010 Year of Pleasures #31

Bear and Atti

For as thoroughly team oriented as Bear and I are, he doesn’t show up on the blog much. And that is by conscious choice. I am greedy with him. I have very few personal boundaries, I’ve posted about everything from my near-death experience to my bowel functions, but him? He’s just for me.

He is such a good father, so engaged with his son. Such a supportive partner to me.

When I was in Utah, my sister gave me some old pictures, and this one was from our first year together.

The Early Years
Mr. Preppy Zach Morris married Ms. 90’s Grunge rock. We’re still pretty opposite, but instead of making us fight, somehow those differences just fit together. I think we’re better parents, better people, better partners because we make it work. And when one of us melts down and yells at everyone in the room because the computer breaks, the other is around to pick up the pieces until it’s their turn to melt down.

Happy 11 year anniversary Bear. I love you.