27 May 2013



Today when I opened my email, I read Brenda's post over at Cozy Little House -- she said she couldn't get PicMonkey to work.  Yesterday and also today, I can't either?!  Anybody know what is going on with that?  I emailed them, got an automated response, no promise of help!  I pay for the Royale service, so if they don't fix it pretty quick, I am canceling!  So the photos today are not watermarked, but these probably aren't anything anyone would want to steal or Pin anyway, so who cares?  Watermarking can really be a pain sometimes.

Cute little fellows aren't they?
They are bookends.

Our Memorial Day is shaping up to be just another day at the office what with me still sick, not able to entertain or go anywhere. I have read about 90 million blogs, piddled a little and then crashed for a nap awhile.  That has mostly been my entire last week.  Sweet Husband is trying to install some heavy duty locks on a couple of interior closets in the house.  We have no basement, and two interior closets on the lower floor is IT for right now.  I have heard survivors on TV say that they really have a hard time holding onto the doorknob during a tornado, so we decided to add a little extra insurance in the form of some cane bolts which go down into the floor.  I hope we never have to find out, and I am so sorry for all those who have been tornado victims.  

On a brighter note, as long as I am rambling and free associating here (it might be the cold medicine), I thought you might like to see my estate sale finds from week before last.  I found three chairs in good shape but in dire need of a facelift, some Haviland Limoges plates and some brass bookends for the ManCave. My garage is getting out of control!

These Queen Anne-style chairs are in great shape and super-comfortable.
Too bad the fabric is ugly!

I have amused myself this week in my more coherent moments by researching all about Limoges and getting the pattern of the dishes identified.  Did you know that there is a society or two of Limoges Collectors?  One of those members graciously identified them for me.  Haviland Limoges' stuff is made in France of kaolin clay which produces a beautiful translucent porcelain, indeed a thing of beauty.  My particular plates were some of many which were actually produced there for the American market.  You can see by the backmark that these were made for Leighton Bros in Lowell, Mass.  What I have not been able to find out yet is who or what that was or how long ago.  I deduce that it was a store which is no longer in existence.  If you are from that area or have ever heard of Leighton Bros, please enlighten me.  The plates look pretty old, but I don't know for sure.

This pattern doesn't have a very fancy name, but instead is called Schleiger 55G.  Did you know that there are over 60,000 patterns from Haviland Limoges?  Most of them are not named.  Mine is one of many which is colloquially known as a "Drop Rose" pattern and this one has a green rim on it, hence the G in the naming of it.  Mrs. Schleiger set out to catalog all the Haviland patterns around 1930, and continued until her death when her son took over.  From the beginning of her undertaking, he also used to paint the illustrations for the several books she published on the subject.  I read that she would ship him a saucer, even during WWII, when he was a sailor stationed in Japan, and he would paint the illustration and send it all back to her.  The pattern numbers go very high in what I think is six books in total, and so I assume that these might well be older if she started in the thirties since the number is low.  These reference books are sought after today by dealers and Limoges collectors, and apparently, they are hard to come by. 

When I get a bee in my bonnet about something like this, I like to find out all I can about it.  I just bought the plates because I loved the colors and thought they were beautiful, not because I plan to resell them.  They will hang in my front hall around the big green mirror when the plate hangers show up.

There are six, and I think they are considered dinner plates.  

I have been looking for the Disc hangers which are made in England, and Marigene at Mimi in the Middle of Nowhere told me that Hobby Lobby carries them.  They only had two, so I gave up after several trips and ordered online.  Their next truck which was due in this past Tuesday was unfortunately in OKC the day before when the tornado hit, and it was delayed getting here.  By then I was very sick, but I dragged myself over there in a stupor, and there still weren't any.  Either none was on that truck or someone else wanted them, too.   I will show you the plates in place once I am able to hang them. 

Isn't this cute?

Now about this chair. I have been looking for a little chair this size and shape forever, practically, and at last I found one.  I want it for my bath, and I am still looking for a really snazzy vanity with a large mirror.  I am killing two birds with one stone with this because this one has a leather seat.  I want to try chalk paint on it!  I have a large bergère and ottoman in my bedroom which is slipcovered in white.  It is burgundy leather under the cover, and I would dearly love for that chair to be white. (I don't like burgundy any better than I like brown.) If this leather painting thing works out, I am going to screw my courage to the sticking point and just paint it! I read in Annie Sloan's new book that leather can be painted and waxed just like about everything else in civilization. I didn't want to experiment on anything that cost a lot of money, so this little estate sale find is the perfect thing to practice on.  I got it for $47.50. If I liked brown (which I don't) the finish could be touched up and it would be fine.  But that is not happening.

This wear and tear on the arms is the only thing wrong with it --
but it will be painted and no one will ever know!

The other two chairs require not only painting but reupholstering.  There is nothing wrong with the fabric, except that it is probably from the 1970s and is hideous.  I think it is too textured to accept paint very well, or I would try painting on the fabric, another thing I am dying to do.

I am considering repainting this little powder table, too --
I painted it this way several years ago.

So, I am chomping at the bit to get going on all these projects, as well as about a half dozen others.  If you are still reading --I LOVE YOU!  Thanks for indulging a sick woman today.


I will be linking this post to 

A Stroll Thru Life for Inspire Me Tuesday

Kathe With An E's You're Gonna Love It!

Cozy Little House for Tweak It Tuesday

 Cedar Hill Ranch for The Scoop on Tuesdays

 My Uncommon Slice of Suburbia for Tuesday's Treasures


26 May 2013


At the pier in Fairhope

I hope everyone is having a nice holiday weekend, spending it just the way you would like.  

We remember the fallen soldiers who served this country on our behalf, and we thank our lucky stars that we were born in America.  

With all our country's problems, we are still doing something right, because everybody else still wants to come here and get a piece of what we've got!

For us, this weekend has been very quiet of necessity.  About a week ago, when I was painting all this outdoor furniture, I felt like my allergies were bothering me.

No so!  I have instead developed a full-blown nasty respiratory bug of some kind which has absolutely flattened me this entire past week, and I still feel like the devil.  It is really irritating because I had planned to invite some people over and have a nice festive weekend, just grillin' and chillin'! 
Instead, I have spent the entire week moving from bed to kitchen sofa to porch sofa and back again.   

As you can see, I started setting a table yesterday, hoping I would magically shake it off by today, but that hasn't happened and I did not finish the table.  So -- even though these photos or the tablescape wouldn't win any awards, I am showing it to you anyway!

And I REALLY hope no one else catches this crud!


23 May 2013


The current state of the porch -- it's coming along,
but there is much yet to do.
This side is the sitting area.

When we last left this little saga about jazzing up my porch, you saw the coffee table base sitting out on a modern masterpiece paint dropcloth in my back yard.

The base is a bamboo style, which I found while estate sale-ing last fall before I went off to Santa Fe.  Actually, we were still thinking of getting a beach condo/cottage at the time, and I was planning to use this piece there.  After those plans were scuttled for the time being and we went West for an extended stay as a consolation prize, I was re-thinking the use of all that pile of junk in my garage that I had bought for a future beach place. Then we decided to do a screened- in porch.  

If you recall, in my last post I told you that this was the first time that a can of my favorite Rustoleum 2X underperformed.  The finish wound up with air bubbles. So I sanded and smoothed, and sent Sweet Husband off to Home Depot for another can of paint.  He came back with another can of "Lagoon" all right, but in satin finish, not the gloss that I had used the first time.  He said that was all they had.  So I shrugged my little shoulders and just recoated the whole thing after the monsoons had passed.

Here it is sitting on the dining table end of the porch.
It is there while there is a break in the rain because the iron patio sofa I bought at the same sale was now sitting out on the masterpiece being painted.

While I was at it, the wedding cake tea table got a new coat of white paint.
It met with an accident not long ago when it was piled too high in the garage, got knocked off when the garage door was opened, fell to the floor and smashed.  I retrieved all the pieces and put the puzzle back together again with
 Liquid Nails.  There is a little gap here and there, so I might have missed a few pieces...

I think it still looks pretty cute on the porch, even in its reconstituted state.  Sweet Husband says it belongs in a dumpster.
What does he know??
And here are the tables back in place.  The brass and glass tray top is cleaned up and back on the base.
This sucker is heavy

Here is an "aerial view"  -- and a cool footnote.
The other day while perusing a fancy design web site,
I saw some photos of a very snazzy hotel in Marrakesh showing a table almost just like this one!
The only difference was that it was oval, not round.

This one is not from Morocco I am pretty sure, but the border on the tray top was identical.
The motif on the base was, too.

I think it looks much better in this great shade of blue than the 60s fruitwood state I found it in.

So this is where we are today.  You can get a sneak peek at the iron sofa newly painted here, but I will show it to you up close and personal after I get the cushions covered.  Can you guess what color they will be?


I am linking to Miss Mustard Seed for Furniture Feature Friday where there is always great inspiration to be found.  I am also linking to Metamorphosis Monday at Susan's blog, Between Naps on the Porch.

I am also linking this post to Kim at Savvy Southern Style for Wow Us Wednesday.

19 May 2013


The dining area of the porch

Hasn't this been a weird Spring in the Deep South, weather-wise?  It was so cold, then cold and wet, and now it is hot and sticky and wet.  This has made it a little tough to get all that pile of junk I have acquired for my porch painted, and get everything else outside dolled up to my liking.  I also need to hang my floaty white curtains on the porch and unearth all the outdoor cushions for the stuff under the pergola. 

What can you do?  Make hay while the sun shines, so to speak!  Last week we had a few days of relatively low chances of rain, and my houseguest had left (my son Brendan was here for a little over a week).  So we hauled out a few of the pieces, and I washed the pollen off with Krud Kutter and the hose.  

Some of you who love brown are probably horrified that I painted the brand new chairs I found at World Market after seeing them on Delores' blog Vignette Designs.  They were nice, but brown is just not my thing, as you know.  I plan to paint that Indian screen, too, so brace yourselves!

This drop cloth has been sprayed on so many times, I could just about hang it up and call it art!

You will notice that I have also painted the porch coffee table base, one of the estate sale finds from last fall.  The shade is "Lagoon," and it is a great cross between a peacock blue and turquoise -- at least that is how I would describe it.  

This is the first time I have ever had any of my favorite spray paint (Rustoleum 2X) underperform.  I don't know why, but I got air bubbles all over this table base.  It is now in the garage, with all those rough places sanded off, and I will take it outside and have another go at it if the rain ever stops.  That will have to be a show and tell for another day.

I pulled out Granny's old sewing machine base for my porch dining table.  The 48" glass square top came from Pier 1.

I used Rustoleum 2X on these too, and the paint performed perfectly as it always has till the coffee table.

We never have heard anymore from the old lovelies at the ARB about their "issues" with our pergola, so we are going on about our business and add lattice to the back side of the pergola.  The plans are to plant many climbing roses and flowering vines all across the back to create a virtual flower garden all over the back and the top.  How on earth could anyone not enjoy the view of that?  The neighbors who wrecked the back yard had a yard sale yesterday, and we saw some of the folks over there peering over the fence at our pergola. When the lattice is in place, I won't have to see anything or anybody over there.  Yay!!

{Edited to add:  We have heard now from the ARB.  It was not a pleasant meeting.  However, we are  going to add the lattice, and we are planning to plant many flowering climbers across the back.  They very reluctantly approved it (after showing us photos of how it looks from the neighbor's deck -- the same one who wrecked the yard in the first place), telling us that they had  considered making us take it down.  I said, "If you think so, who is going to reimburse me the X S$ amount we spent after YOU said it was OK?"  He said, "Hearsay won't hold up in Court!"  Can you believe this old fart?!  If you have any experience with dealing with the ARB or HOA please email me and tell me about it.  I have discussed it with several of you, but I would love to hear from more.

Speaking of estate sales, we hit a good one this weekend, and found three great chairs which are now in the garage waiting to be redone.  They are in near perfect shape and very clean, just dated.  I also got some plates for my front hall wall around the large green mirror with green and pink -- old Haviland, no less -- and I can't wait to share those with you.  I am on the hunt for some of those plate hangers I have seen on several of the blogs, the kind that stick onto the back of the plate. 

The newly red chairs are now back in place on the porch, and we couldn't be happier with the way they look.  Gawd, I love red!  (Wait till you see the old iron patio sofa in its reincarnation!)  And I really love the flow from the kitchen since the two areas are close together.  How about you?


I am linking to Susan for Metamorphosis Monday

The Dedicated House for MAKE IT PRETTY MONDAY

A Stroll Thru Life for Inspire Me Tuesday

Kathe With An E's You're Gonna Love It!

Cozy Little House for Tweak It Tuesday

 Cedar Hill Ranch for The Scoop on Tuesdays

 My Uncommon Slice of Suburbia for Tuesday's Treasures

Barb and the girls' Home Work Wednesday at Everyday Home

 Savvy Southern Style for Wow Us Wednesdays 

The Shabby Creek Cottage for Transformation Thursdays

No Minimalist Here for the Open House Party on Thursdays

My Romantic Home for Show and Tell Friday

 French Country Cottage for Feathered Nest Friday

Common Ground for Be Inspired on Fridays

The Charm of Home for Home Sweet Home Friday

This post was featured by Kari from Thistlewood Farm on her Facebook page! 
It was a Fan Favorite at Make it Pretty Monday, too!  

I am so flattered.  Thanks Kari and Katherine!

And, it was the top viewed post on Everyday Home's party Homework Wednesday too!

And Courtney picked it too!  Thanks so much!

14 May 2013


I have been at it again with the Antibes ASCP!  Actually, I did this a few weeks ago, but I haven't had time to share.  Life does get busy...

I think this color is my current favorite -- just can't seem to get enough!  I bought this mirror years ago when we first moved to Birmingham at an estate sale in 
Mountain Brook for $25.  It is very heavy and a great quality piece.

When I bought it, the frame was a dirty white, and I painted it with Ben Moore's Linen White.  I loved it that color for years, but after I painted the foyer, stairwell and balcony bright pure white, I decided that although the mirror would go back into its former spot the color wouldn't do.

Antibes ASCP to the rescue!  I think I applied two coats, maybe three.  All those little curlicues are a real headache!  I diluted the paint with a little water and dish soap to open the drying time and increase spreadability.  That helped with getting into all the crevices.

I used a bit of antiquing glaze mixed with Minwax poly sealer over it, wiping it here and there, and then hit it with the gold gilding wax using my fingers.  

You might remember that I painted the backboard of these bookcases Antibes, too, so it all ties in nicely.  Back in its place, it makes me happy every time I pass it.  (You know I never met a mirror I didn't like.)

I linking late to Marty for Inspire Me Tuesday, and also to Brenda for Tweak It Tuesday.  I am joining the new Wednesday party over at Barb and the girls' Home Work Wednesday at Everyday Home; and I am also linking to the tried and true party at Kim's Wow Us Wednesday.


P.S.  If you haven't yet read my son's guest post just before this one, please do!  You will learn something about how movies get made and also how to avoid getting ripped off when you hire a moving company.  There is an epidemic in this country (according to Clark Howard of CNN Headline News) of movers simply driving off with your stuff never to be seen again!  


11 May 2013


Son of Scribbler

Hi, everyone! My name is Brendan Davis, and my Mom is Ellen Shook – but you know her better by her nom-de-blog, the Scribbler. :) In her continuing effort to pass along helpful and/or interesting information in a colorful fashion, Ellen/Mom asked me to write a guest blog post detailing a particularly unfortunate experience that I had with a moving company in California, with the hope that it would serve as a cautionary tale – but seeing as how there is (according to my lawyers) only so much that I can say about that situation publicly for now, that original idea gave way to a new, hopefully improved one...which has become this post that you are reading now. It integrates the moving story into the greater context of WHY I hired them in the first place, which we thought might make it a little more interesting anyway.

A little background is in order. In 1993 I earned a B.A. in film, and for the last 20+ years I have worked in the film and TV business: first as a production sound engineer, later as a picture editor, and since 2004 as a producer. The job description of “producer” is one of the least understood in the industry itself, to say nothing of the world at large, but I hope I can demystify it a little for you. Of the key creative/executive jobs on a movie or TV show, everyone knows (or at the very least, can see and hear) what a writer or actor does, most people have a pretty good idea of what a director does, and there are several different kinds of producers, too...

Simply put, the person credited as Producer at the top of the credits list is the person who finds the creative material to make a movie or TV show from, and then figures out how to do it, and makes it happen. A producer and his/her team brings everyone and everything together needed to make the project, oversees the process from start to finish, and then makes sure that everyone does their job – including the director, who is actually hired by or partners with the producer, and whose job is ultimately to deliver a quality product to the producer, who arranges marketing and distribution. Directors have an enormous amount of responsibility and (usually) power, of course, and they are the person who the public knows better than anyone else besides the stars, but it is the producer and not the director who accepts the Best Picture Oscar. In a phrase: it's the director's movie, but it's the producer's PROJECT.

Hopefully that clears it up, but I digress. It happens. :)

Anyway, in 2002 I moved from my longtime home of Atlanta, Georgia to Los Angeles. The goal was to make the transition from being a crew member on others' projects to writing, directing, and/or producing my own, and I'm grateful to say that by late 2004 I'd done exactly that. In my former career as a sound man I worked on some notable films and TV shows, but unless you are a big fan of film festivals or horror movies you most likely haven't heard of anything I've done as a producer just yet. A few things coming up should hopefully change that, but more on that later.
OK, I threw this one in for fun to make this tale more interesting.
This is my girlfriend Heshi, in the Lu Mountains in China.
She is currently on a working retreat with her Mom at a Buddhist Temple.  
Like almost everyone, over the years I had amassed a large amount of STUFF. I downsized considerably when I moved West, but I still had several carloads and one large U-haul's worth of belongings I schlepped from place to place around L.A. since my arrival. As a producer you make most of your own luck, and although there are some staff producing positions working for larger production companies, most of us have our own smaller companies and generally create our own projects (by choice). In early 2012 I found myself flirting heavily with a project that would take me out of the country for half a year, and with a roommate who was about to get engaged and was going to move out of our large older rental home in Beverly Hills Adjacent (yes, that's an actual neighborhood) and into a nicer, newer place with her boyfriend / fiance. They found a place to move to sooner than expected as well as an “out” clause with the lease, and decided to move with barely 30 days notice. This left me with a dilemma: keep the place, either by myself or with a new roommate, and pay market rent in B.H. Adj. for 6-8 months to basically just store my things while I was halfway around the world, or alternately, to put (almost) everything into storage, keeping just what I would need for the trip and in the interim, and find a place to sublet for the next few months until my travel plans became more clear.

I chose the latter, which was the correct choice at the time, but that's also where the trouble began...

On the recommendation of a friend, I hired a “full-service” moving and storage company to come pick up most of my things, transport them to their “secure” vaulted storage facility, and keep them safe for me until I had returned to L.A. and settled into a new place of my own. The day of the move out did not inspire confidence...

At the appointed hour, I heard a knock at the door. Right on time! I raced downstairs, and opened the door to find a sweet little old man, and his wife...and their station wagon full of cleaning supplies. He had papers in his hand with my name and address, and said they were there to clean my place. For a moment I thought that this was really a full-service firm, and that they were going to clean up after the movers got everything loaded onto the truck that surely must be around the corner. I asked him where the truck was, and if he thought that they could clear the overhang in the driveway or would have to stay parked on the street.

Perplexed, he excused himself, went and conversed with his wife in Spanish for a few moments, and then returned, beaming.

“CLEEners. Not MOOvers!”. Smile.

Excuse me?!?

Yes, the idiots at the company had somehow – after no fewer than six conversations I had with the sales rep - gotten my paperwork screwed up, and sent a couple of lovely senior citizens to the place to CLEAN, instead of big burly men with a giant truck to MOVE. (At 7 p.m. on a Friday night, from headquarters 30 miles away, south of Los Angeles and the approximately 4 million cars on the road at that time of day, no less.)

Since I HAD to be out THAT NIGHT -– the ACTUAL cleaners were coming the next day -- the roommates were gone by a week already, and the landlord expected the keys locked inside when I left – this was a problem.

I called the company, got a poor guy who worked in I.T., wrangled a cell number for someone in sales, and finally connected with someone to whom I could calmly explain the situation.

Cut to almost three hours later, when a couple of guys (likely on work-release) with a rented truck show up. I'll skip describing the frenzy that ensued, but in two hours they loaded up the majority of my belongings, gave me an inventory list that was (in retrospect) too illegible in places to be of much use later, and off they went.

I found a place to sublet for the short term, and went about my business.

Over the next few months it became clear that the project I was intending to leave town for wasn't going to come together like I had wanted it to. There are many moving parts in a production, and differences of opinion regarding creative or business strategy between the writers, producers and directors can end a project before it begins. Most producers develop many times more projects than actually see the light of day; the arithmetic of the business works in such a way that many things have to align properly for something to “go”, and by then this one clearly wasn't going to. Sad, but it happens.

Having been subletting for four months, and seeing that I would now need to be in L.A. for the foreseeable future, it was time to find a new, more permanent situation to live. I did so, and I arranged for the moving company to deliver my things from their storage facility –- where they had resided for five months, supposedly safe and secure -- to the new home.

The day of that move went no smoother than the first. The driver was given directions by his dispatcher to the place in North Hollywood I had been subletting, where I had been receiving my monthly storage bills, INSTEAD of to the apartment in HOLLYWOOD, which is where the new residence was (is), but which is actually nowhere NEAR NoHo! After unwinding that mistake and getting the guys pointed in the right direction, I was hoping for a positive ending to a so-far hellish experience.

When the new guys arrived, I was encouraged: although heavily tattooed in such a way that they looked precisely like the (former) gang members it turns out they were, these two were actually great. They had found this job through a church outreach program, and were walking the straight and narrow after many years of the thug life. They impressed me and my girlfriend Heshi, who was helping supervise inside while I went back and forth outside, as being serious, professional, and very conscientious of handling my things properly.

So far, so good...until it wasn't. Not at all.

I had left a space cleared for my writing desk, which was a gift from the Scribbler years ago and was the nicest piece of furniture I currently owned. Noticing that the guys were slowing down, and overwhelmed by the piles of stuff now occupying the large apartment, I walked out to the truck to see how much was left.

As it turned out, not much:

The desk in my previous home

1.  Not my desk, nor the giant box of vintage china and crystal that had belonged to my Grandmother, or the box with my backup laptop computer, some accessories, and a few hundred dollars' worth of custom cables...

The two lone survivors of "The Sunday Dishes", my grandmother's china.
[If anyone has seen these things, let me know.  I am going to hunt them down and shoot them like a dog.  Scribbler]

2.  Or my safe. My fire safe, the one that was far too heavy for me to carry myself, which contained, among other things, my copy of every legal document I have ever signed.  It also contained my original birth certificate, many small personal mementos and rare coins with great intrinsic / monetary value, AND the master media drives for several projects.   


(Yes, I have backups of MOST of the media...but much was lost, too, including the masters for the last short film I directed, which kick-started this phase of my career almost 9 years ago and which I now do not have a copy of.)

Cut to:

Me consulting with a personal injury lawyer I know, who was eager to take my case on contingency -- until she researched the firm and reviewed the amazingly artful and deceptive paperwork I had signed at midnight on the original move. (With the truck idling LOUDLY in front of my old place, all the while a neighbor SCREAMING at me that “...this is a QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD!!! It says in the bylaws that you can't make noise after 10PM, I have ALREADY called the cops, and if this truck isn't gone by the time they arrive, I WILL file a complaint against you and have you arrested if I can!!!”, etc. etc., etc. -- lovely woman.)  

And then the lawyer said:

“I'm sorry, but it turns out that I can't take this on contingency, and I couldn't in good conscience even take it on an hourly arrangement, because I'd just be taking your money. These ____ guys are SO (substituting / obscuring her actual language for the sake of Scribbler's more genteel readers crappy), and this paperwork is worded with so many well-hidden “outs” as to give them carte blanche to do whatever the _____ they damn well want to ____ do. I'm really sorry, but this is hopeless.”

“Can we at least take them to criminal court?” I asked, having been weighing all options for a long time at this point.

“You can, but it won't likely go anywhere. The courts and the DA's office are too busy with major crimes to devote a lot of attention to things like this."

And that's where we left it. As I said, I can't yet name them publicly without considering many other factors, but if you ever find yourself needing to hire movers in the Southern California area and want to know who to stay far away from, get in touch with me. And always check with the BBB as well as on Yelp or similar service referral/review sites before taking the word of friends for something like this. Lesson learned here.

In happier news:

Scribbler also wanted me to share with you more news about my upcoming projects, and what's happening now. I think that might have to wait for another post if anyone is curious, as this post has grown very long. For now, here are a few photos of me: 

one with my girlfriend/partner Heshi; 

I am not short -- Metta is just very tall!

another with one of my partners on an upcoming movie in NY, NBA star / L.A. Laker, Metta World Peace f/k/a Ron Artest;

Fall -- 1983

one of the 15-year-old me with a younger Scribbler; 

and one of me today. 

I hope you have enjoyed reading this, and let me know in the comments what you think about all of this and if you want to hear more about the movies.


Brendan a/k/a Son of Scribbler

P.S.  I asked my son to do this for me for Mother's Day.  I wish everyone a wonderful day, and I hope your children bring you as much joy and fun as Brendan has given me.  Scribbler.

09 May 2013


Eden Condominiums
Perdido Key,  Florida

Last post, I promised you some eye candy from some of the shops I visited while I was down at the beach last week.  I will show you this one today, and save the other one for another time.  

As you will see as you go through the photos, somebody has a serious chalk paint fetish!  Please enjoy, and I hope this will give you lots of ideas for reviving junky old pieces.  It certainly gave me plenty!

The lady in the shop told me that they order their upholstered pieces from Stanley, and I am having a serious case of lust for that aqua/turquoise sofa.  Some of the pieces they make, like the buffet or media cabinets and the fence-like headboards, can be finished in different ways according to your wishes.  I think they may also do pieces on commission, judging by a conversation I overheard with another customer.  

Play me a little Ragtime!

I am in love with this mirror.

The headboards and the cabinet above can be custom finished.

Who is that Wild Man in the mirror?

This one seemed familiar.  I opened the drawer, and it is part of the same group of Henry Link furniture that I have had for a long time, although it is smaller than my chest-on-chest.  Even the finish is similar!

A rather masculine corner...

Love the lanterns -- there were several around the shop including one outside,
so I suppose these are not vintage.

Deco-ish -- from the thirties?

This little shop was a wonderful amalgamation of mostly old and some new, all put together with casual beach living in mind.  I thought it rang pretty true to the original idea of beach furnishings from the  earliest days of the beach houses up in the Northeast when people took their castoffs from the city house to the beach house and painted it all for lightness and fun.

Must I even tell you that this little trip has my beach house lust revved up again?  I didn't think so...

I am joining Alma for her new party "Oh, The Places I Have Been" tonight and Cindy for her "Show and Tell Friday."  I am also linking to Kathryn for "Anything Blue".

My son The Movie Producer is still here, and I think I have persuaded him to write a guest post for us.  Stay tuned!


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