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It’s been a while (three weeks, to be exact) since I posted an update on the status of the vestibule re-tiling project, and I don’t really have any excuses. Or rather, I have a lot of excuses, but I don’t have any good ones.

See that 6-inch gap between where the tile ends and the floor begins? That gap has turned me into a serious procrastinator. Sure, the tile is down. It’s even grouted! But the gap is there. So I can’t take pictures.

The tile is actually the same height as the subfloor (the water-stained boards running vertically), so I couldn’t go any further. Instead, I had to make the world’s largest threshold (42″x6″) out of an oak board. I stained it black, coated it with polyurethane, and slid it into place . . . but it looked funny. Or at least I thought it did. But a week later, it looked alright? And then a week after that, it started looking pretty good.

And then I started focusing on the wood floor. Is it really that scuffed and scratched?! I guess it is, but I never really noticed until the new tile and threshold went in. We can’t get the floor refinished, though, not right now. It’s too expensive and too messy and too disruptive. (Yes, we should have done it four years ago before we moved in. I know.) Can I really take photos of the tile with the neighboring floor look like that?

Should I retouch the wood in Photoshop? Speaking of Photoshop, should I just clone in a few more rows of tile and a less-gargantuan threshold? Hey, why even finish the tiling in the first place if I can just do it digitally?!

This, my friends, is my thought process when it comes to posting photos, and is the reason why I show so few progress shots. That said, are progress photos something you want to see? Is it helpful in some way to see pictures like this? Or is it just more fun to see the before and after (really after)?

I’m not sure how I missed this story when it first ran in the New York Times, but today I happened to stumble onto it while reading the comments on this post (thanks, Madeline, whoever you are!).

Sandra Foster and her husband, Todd, bought a piece of land in Delhi, NY, with a hunting cabin and a trailer on it for $46,000 and spent $3,000 renovating and decorating the 125 square foot cabin until it resembled a magical Victorian gingerbread house. Sandra did virtually ALL of the work herself. I am super-impressed.

There are a bunch of additional photos (and a great article!!) on the NY Times website. So inspiring.

All photos by Trevor Tondro for The New York Times.

Last summer, Spike Lee organized the first-annual Brooklyn Loves Michael Jackson Birthday Party in Prospect Park, and it was awesome. I’ve never attended an even of that scale (20,000 people!) before that didn’t have problems, but this one went off without a hitch—everyone was nice to each other, no one was arrested, and nobody got stupid. It really was a mass celebration of L.O.V.E. + music + dancing + family + friends + FUN, which is exactly what a Michael Jackson birthday party should be.

I find it dismaying how many supposed “Michael Jackson tribute” events (not to mention all of the awards show events) have been held around the world in the past year that have really been little more than an excuse for greedy people to make money (or to promote other artists) by exploiting MJ’s name. Spike is doing this for FREE (with the inimitable DJ Spinna!), and he’s doing it RIGHT. I’m so pleased that it wasn’t a one-time thing, either. I’d love to see this celebration become an annual event. Thank you, Spike! (For more information, visit the event page on Facebook.)


Looking one way…


…and looking the other way.

Our hallways are long and skinny. Our whole house is kind of skinny, actually—20 feet wide—typical for late-1800s row houses. We’ve managed to make this work in the downstairs entry hallway (that’s it in the first photo here) by balancing the staircase with an extra-long credenza that doesn’t interfere with passage to the dining room, but upstairs is a different story.

Here’s a floor plan to give you an idea of the space I’m working with (upstairs is on the right, and the new closet what’s behind the “attic door”—that’s the open door in the above photo). It’s really not wide enough for a shelf of any real dimension, much less furniture. There are doors all over the place. Someday we’d like to have a few light tubes installed, but for now it’s kinda dark, since there are no windows.


Clipper Street Residence, envelopeA+D

This is kind of the aspirational gold standard for me. Our house doesn’t have as many fancy details, but it is from the same time period and roughly the same Victorian style. I could see adding a chair rail (and maybe a picture rail, too) in our hallway, and hanging Julia Rothman’s beautiful “Pieces” wallpaper from Hygge & West (I am ashamed to say that I have been hoarding two rolls of it for about a year now—I’ve gotta use it at some point!).


From Livingetc

I keep coming back to this hallway, too. It’s pretty much the same size as ours, but it’s looks SO much more open. Part of that is because of the white floor (sigh) and the super-strength lighting (which I don’t think is natural, so it’s probably as dark as ours in reality), but also because we have the aforementioned closet down at the end where they have that little railing. Sometimes I think walls full of frames can look a little contrived, but this is really nicely done. I feel a little bit of vertigo coming on at the thought of having to rig up the necessary scaffolding in order to hang stuff that high up over the stairs. Yeesh.

A couple of people asked about the blanket in my last post, so I thought I’d show a little more of the bed. This is the same blanket, only flipped over. It’s the VILMIE throw from IKEA, and it’s reversible! The material is a soft, wool blend, and for 20 clams, tough to beat in the value department.

The coffee sack cross pillow comes from Brin & Nohl, and the vase was a Goodwill find.

Now, you may be wondering what happened to the tassels on the blanket. In a word: Fritz. Though fully-reformed in the sofa-chewing department, Fritz seems to have developed an obsession with tassels. I took this photo the morning after a particularly industrious night’s work on his part—nine tassels, all neatly nibbled off and tossed on the floor. He’s on a mission. There are only three tassels left on the blanket at this point, and frankly, I wish him the best of luck in fulfilling his goals.