We’re back in the habit of visiting the Alemany Sunday flea market after a long break. Since repainting our dining room we’re on the hunt for gold frames to hang on our navy blue walls.
Sometimes Most of the time, Alemany can be hit or miss, but last week was full of treasure. Sure, there is the lady that yells at you for looking at her wares (most, but not all are for sale, btw), the guys that try to cut you a deal on rusty tools while you walk by, and the piles of kitchenware and junk poured out on long flooding tables, begging for a tetanus shot, and a good dig through.
Last weekend we went with $32 in cash scrapped together between the two of us, not sure what we’d find. Making a trip to the cash machine beforehand is almost a guarantee you won’t need that cash. Within about 20 minutes we’d found a selection of mid-sized gold wood frames for $13 and another carved wood frame for $5. A few minutes later I was bargaining with my last $14 for a $25 crazy ornate gold frame. We went back and forth between $14 and $15 for a few minutes, until I had to prove that I really only had $14… but the frame was finally ours. Intern convinced me to leave a short while later, because looking at bargains when you don’t even have a $1 left is pretty pointless.
Those of you who follow me on instagram or twitter already know how much I love my new print by Carolyn Sewell, but for those of you who haven’t experienced her charming work, get to it. This print is most likely going to end up in the studio, not the dining room, but I do think it needs a fancy frame.
This weekend was a warm one! Cats and humans were in complete agreement, it was a bit too warm for our taste. Watermelon margaritas helped the humans cool down, the cats unfortunately just had to deal with it.
We’re still recovering/coping/coming to terms with the new intense color in our dining room. Deciding to paint our house during one of the warmest weeks this summer wasn’t necessarily the best idea, but then again, not necessarily the worst decision we’ve made in a while. These new navy walls look different in morning and evening light, and it is causing us to rethink everything in the room. We’re moving forward, looking at new rug ideas, different art, and worrying needlessly about lighting and lamp shades. At night, when the sun goes down and the house is dark, candlelight makes the dining room look magical. Grown up, dramatic, fancy. It makes us very excited for the upcoming dinner party season!
We sometimes lovingly compare our colorful San Francisco home to living in a Skittles box. When we fiirst moved in more than four years ago, our landlord was very proud to point out that the apartment had been freshly painted, all colors of his choosing. Loud color, but color that also seemed at the time… not-so-loud when balanced with bright sunny rooms and 10 foot ceilings. Um, right? We’ve got brick red in the hallway, avocado green in the living room, and a sort of sick buttery yellow in the dining room. The rest of the house (fortunately) is shades of calm antique white & beige. When we moved in, we embraced the colorful walls, reassuring ourselves and each other that we’d always look back fondly on our San Francisco days, living in a colorful crayon box back when we were young and free (with four cats). Fast forward four years, and countless discussions (arguments) about color, we’ve fantasied about changing the color of every room. All grey. All white. All black. All grey. All totally different. Over the weekend we visited the most inspiring apartment we’ve seen in months, and finally got the courage to make a change. The apartment was the bottom floor of an old victorian, tastefully designed and decorated by an interior designer + event planner roommates… and it was beautiful. Careful vignettes, staggered seating areas, excellent lighting, and surprising pops of color.
Monday morning I called the landlord and had the most surprisingly easy conversation ever, and hung up moments later with his permission to repaint the dining room. Intern says I might have rushed things a bit, but soon enough we were in the paint aisle at Loewes, having a public debate on victory vs indigo, black vs jet black, tan vs taupe. We decided to start small, with the middle room of the house, with the fewest walls, but we decided to go very bold with color. After taping and priming for hours, we finally got around to putting on the first coat of paint.
We’re still painting, and we need a few more coats and touch ups, and we’re both kind of in shock. Color takes time to get comfortable with, right?