That's a tree. In his house.

You're eyes aren't playing tricks.

Some cool photos of a house in the Hollywood Hills made interesting by the fact that they chose to add a second bedroom around an existing tree. I think it's noble that they recognized that the tree was there first and even though it substantially added to their renovation costs, it's what ended up making the house remarkable. There are some other photos here, as well as the full story.

I also love that the author of the article managed to work in the angle of "after his wife left him..." into a style feature. Brutal.

Off and Running

This only represents part of my day I promise -- mainly the idea of bacon band-aids on my mangled carpenter hands just makes me laugh and cry.

But, asides aside, today was my first full day of unemployment. After being a little panicked about waking up and not having a routine to answer to, I tried to move on and started working on some furniture projects. My plan for today was this: get the first coat of paint on a desk that I'm going to use in my bedroom, while drying, go to an underwhelming estate sale, and then end the day ripping my hands to shreds deconstructing some bat-shit scary french armchairs.

Mission accomplished, the chairs are stripped and ready for more abuse tomorrow (or vice versa). Thank god they ended up having caning underneath the fabric and padding, otherwise it might not have taken so long and I would have had to panic about what to spend tomorrow on...

Something tells me I'll manage just fine though.

Making Whoopie

I love that this was in the NYT this morning - a whole article on the resurgence of whoopie pies. It's true though, they really have come back and spread out. They're moving west and turning up everywhere when a good number of people know little more about them then what's obvious at first glance -- they look delightful. So for all of you who've never made whoopie, the Times has a history as well as recipes.

Before & After

Had to share this before and after from Trove. A perfect example of seeing the potential in a dog of a chair.

Man-I-cures & Ped-I-cures

Remember how I've mentioned that I'm going to be out of work soon? Remember how I've mentioned that I'm going on a wallet-depleting trip? And remember how I said I'd rather shop for clothes more than anything? Well I've had to make some choices and this is where I netted out:

Problem: I've 86'ed the seldom-used gym membership
Solution: Heeellllo "Bun Battle"

Realizing that I will not have the money to hire a personal trainer and learn how to work out, I've hired celebrity workout guru Gunnar Peterson. And the beauty? I can learn in the privacy and convenience of my very own home!*

Problem: Scraggly feet and raggedy nails
Solution: Long-forgotten DIY nail bag, elbow grease

Realizing that I really shouldn't be a prissy weenie, I sucked it up and touched my feet. This is a big deal for me since normally I will pay big money to have someone else touch them in a sanitized bowl garnished with fizzies and loveliness. 2 hours (2 hours!!!) later, I had painted hands and toes with only a few smudges to show for it.

*I should probably confess that I watched both workout DVD's while painting said nails and have yet to actually use them in the traditional sense. Just getting a feel for what would be expected of me... didn't want to jump in head first without adequate preparation...

4-day Jet-setter

It really doesn't happen to me very often, but every once in awhile, the stars align and I have moments of feeling trendy and hip. After three days in Vegas, I roll-y suitcase-ed right in to work only to be given tickets to a sold out Lady Gaga concert. Wait, this get's even more obnoxious -- they were straight from her band. Don't hate me because I'm dumb lucky.

After the most painful 2.5 hours of watching long drawn out openers, she finally appeared in all her GaGa glory. RIP Madonna, get your hair buzzer Britney, because the girl has serious chops and a killer look. For being at a small, no-frills venue, she had 4 costume changes (none of which included pants), three man-dancers and an acrylic piano filled with bubbles. Did I mention she was wearing an outfit made of bubbles and played the piano with her foot while wearing 4" acrylic heels? Yeah, crazy, but wonderful.

Give a listen here, here & here. Her look in concert is more art house/high fashion than record lable popster -- I wish her videos showed that more.

Vegas Follow-up

So here's my deal with Vegas. It's weird.

Only in Vegas do I feel guilty spending money to eat, but not drink. Only in Vegas do I have the sudden confidence to walk up to a bouncer at a club and without even exchanging words, know that he will let me in to the VIP area. Only in Vegas do people pay $500 dollars for a lousy bottle of Grey Goose and then give it away like water. Only in Vegas do I make idle chitchat with skeezeballs in return for booze.

Only in Vegas have I ever come close to thinking "Jesus, I'm a hop, skip and a jump from being a hooker."

Vegas baby! Vegas!

I'm taking off this weekend for Vegas, a totally spur of the moment (for me that means 3 weeks in advance) trip with girlfriends from work and I couldn't be more excited. The last time I went, I figured I would not be back for a loooong time since the city as a whole is a little bit much for me and the maiden voyage was a bachelorette party that was totally over-the-top in a "this can't be duplicated" way. I figured I'd go out on a high note, but I couldn't pass up the chance to spend time with the friends I've made through my job and as the days count down to my new life, it's a little bit of a graduation party for me. I'm thinking it's all about the experiences right now and when I look back, I'm not going to wish that I hadn't spent the money. I would instead wish that I hadn't been afraid to let go of a little cash and say "screw it, I'm in."

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Add to cart

I won't purchase just yet, but someday soon, you'll be mine. Regardless of his tragic/foxy ex-wife being on Real Housewives of New York, I’ve liked Gilles Bensimon’s work for awhile, but didn’t realize he had a book. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it, since every famous photographer seems to have picked up a book option at some point in their lives, but it’s all good news to me.

Others I’m pining after, Mario Testino: Portraits, Herb Ritts: Notorious & Richard Avedon: Photographs 1946 – 2004.