Tonight’s original post was to dish all about “how to hack a buffet to turn it into a bathroom vanity”. But after yesterday’s March monthly roundup, and realizing how construction heavy it was (read…one serious lack of light, fun, and decorator-ie projects) I scraped the post-plan and am bringing you a little mirror story…a pretty in pink mirror story. Although I told Colby it was “coral” not “pink” so he would let me bring it home.
So Friday night, those of you who follow us on Instagram (we’re @angiesroost) may have noticed this pic:
And how I gushed about that mirror. Friday after work, I needed a little “Angie time” so I booked it over to Home Goods for a spin since that’s my idea of a good time. In my explorations I came across this mirror…and couldn’t stop thinking about it…for the next 24 hours. I passed on the mirror at first since I was sans husband and wanted his approval on this $50 mirror before making the splurge. We have a mutually 100% agreed upon policy on home decor although Colby is usually pretty easy going. I thought about the mirror…thought about it alot. And dreamed about it…secretly stroking it and whispering sweet nothings to it all night long. And was absolutely terrified that someone was going to snatch it up from under me. Paranoia set in. What if someone buys it? How can I live without that mirror? So then I bought it…first thing on Saturday morning…and now it hangs in our entryway.
Goose approves. And actually Colby approves too. I’m not gonna a lie, I was just a smidge worried that Colby wouldn’t agree to the pink mirror so I prepared my defense claiming how versatile the mirror could be. It could hang in the guest bedroom above the green bookcase, or we could replace the boring builder grade bathroom mirror with this slightly more fun one. But all it really took were a few bats of an eyelash and “pretty please…I love it…but not as much as you!” and he was sold. Works every time. He even hung it for me! Such a good husband. He really is the best (and probably turning a matching shade of pink as he’s reading this).
I have so much love for this mirror. I was first attracted to the colors of it, but upon closer inspection, the textured border called my name. I can still hear it, “Angie….Annnnnngggiiiiiieeeeeeee”. I originally thought it was wood but when I looked closer, it’s a much lighter material almost like raffia. That might be why the price was a steal at $50 instead of $150 like it’s solid wood counterparts.
The game plan was to hang the mirror in the entryway, to replace all the hula girl postcards that got moved to the living room postcard ledges. The postcard move left a considerable void in the entry. Reason number two for the mirror in the entry was because Colby of all people, had been complaining about no longer having a mirror downstairs…you know…for proper baseball cap adjustments. Side note…we moved the old entry mirror up to our master bedroom.
I loved how the texture of the mirror complements the metal hula girl art beside it and how both have that beachy, natural feel going on. AND the mirror ties in nicely to the woven basket, which hails from Target, on the shelf in both color and texture. The mirror truly is the most perfect purchase for our entry. I couldn’t have designed a better piece for the space.
Can we just take a moment to acknowledge how difficult it is to take pictures of a mirror without being in the picture! Especially in a space that measures 4′ x 6′! After awhile I just embraced it and took a few token selfies. My “Blue Steel” look may have come out in pic numero uno.
Colby totally busted me mid photo shoot and was all “what are you doing?!” Apparently I was making some crazy faces and giggling like a 13 year old over Justin Bieber. Busted! Oh well…it was fun channeling Zoolander for a little while.
It was tricky to get the bench, the shelf, the mirror, and Ms. Hula all in one shot. Scratch that…it’s impossible. Anyway…that’s our little $50 and 5 minute upgrade…10 minute upgrade if you count the photo shoot.
Pssst…So how’s it hanging with you all? Adding any art or mirrors to your space? Do share! Or anyone else find something in a store that you just couldn’t stop thinking about and ended up going back for it? That’s usually how I judge whether a piece was really meant to be. If I get home and don’t remember it, chances are it wasn’t that special to me. But if I obsess over it, it’s probably worth the purchase. With such a small house we have to be FIERCE editors of what we put in it! We’re talking America’s Next Top Model fierce!
When we last left off on the great saga that will forever be known to the world as “operation blue entry”, the only thing left to tackle on the to-do list was to add some art. Since I’m all for working with what ya got, I pulled out a few packs of hula girl postcards that have been hiding in the closet for a few years. Nothing like a hula girl coming out of the closet!
Actually, I haven’t brought these gals out since I was in college! And for the sake of protecting my old age…cough cough…twenty nine cough cough…it’s been awhile since these vintage reproduction postcards have seen the light of day.
Enter sir irony. No sooner did I decide to hang the postcards in the entry, I came across the following at a local antiques store for only $6 (originally $8 but on sale for $6):
Can you believe it! The metal sign was exactly like my postcard, except she was a little more modest in the ta-ta department. You should have seen my shocked face. Actually…it looked a little something like this (enter sub-par re-enactment of the discovery):
I know…it wasn’t pretty. Back to hanging postcards and a the metal hula girl in the entry. To hang the art I turned to the stuff that I used to hang the postcards back in college, my trusted friend and colleague, sticky putty.
I have no idea if “sticky putty” is the official name for this stuff. It’s just what we always called it in our college days so the name kind of stuck (har har…bad pun). Am I old enough to say “back in my college days”?! Me thinks not! Get worried if you hear me break into the school song while taking swigs straight from the wine bottle, and crying about how great those times were and that I’ll never get them back. Anyway…sticky putty is awesome and you can purchase it for pretty cheap in the tapes/adhesives aisle of Staples. It hangs relatively lightweight objects, like postcards, without damaging the material or the wall it’s stuck to. It even peels cleaning off of plain old computer paper. AND it’s reusable. Like I said, I used this EXACT stuff…literally…to hang the hula girls circa 2002. To use it, you just gob it on the back of the object and hang.
As for the configuration, I just slopped the postcards right up there on the entry wall between the boards of board and batten, surrounding the larger piece of art from the antiques store.
I even tucked a couple of the postcards up on the entry shelf to continue the hula girl theme throughout the miniscule space.
I LOVE the postcards on the shelf. They’re small and unassuming, but they bring some pops of color and really help tie the coral color in the basket into the rest of the room.
As for the postcards hanging on the wall, I’m not sold. I’m not 100% convinced I like them hanging in the entry. More like 53% convinced. I could go either way. I do like the larger, metal hula girl but not so much the postcards. It just seems like the wrong scale to me and that all the postcards are drowning. Not a good thing for a hula girl. They should shine and be the stars of the show, not drown.
I’m going to live with this art setup for a little while because you never know, it might grown on me. But I’m kind of thinking the postcards either need to be framed or mounted on something, or maybe I’ll even scrap the postcard idea altogether and look for a more substantial piece of art for the entry. I’m still undecided. I don’t know…what do you guys think? Help me! I’m drowning too…in indecision!
Before I dive into today’s blog post I need to explain the title and the associated Jeanne-ism. Jeanne is one of my co-workers, probably one of the loudest, and one of her top ten phrases is “succa-please”.
Passive-aggressive behavior at its most eloquent
Colby: Let’s just take one more lap around the Dick’s Sporting Goods hunting department before we go to Sephora.
It’s a phrase that’s used often when salesmen ask for help, when the shipment went wrong, or if Al insults her. It’s a classic, a staple in our office culture, and the office wouldn’t be the same without. Jeanne…this post is dedicated to you!
Get it? Good. Now onto the blog post. Are succulents out? Seriously! I went to two Lowes stores and a Home Depot and couldn’t find a single succulent…like these guys from West Elm.
I spent about four weeks searching out succulents in our area but couldn’t find them anywhere. Why? Why was a succobsessed?! Because I found this ridiculously awesome white, ceramic shell at a local Home Goods for $10 and couldn’t pass it up. And wouldn’t it be the perfect vessel for a little succulent garden?! We’re talking Brangelina perfect for each other!
But alas…Maine is void of succulents. Why you gotta be like that Maine?! So I settled for this little guy.
And planted it. And what-a-ya-know…I kind of liked it.
As for where it went…game day bucket go boom…we parked the shell on the entry shelf.
I love how the white shell makes for a trio of white “stuff” on the shelf including the Nate Berkus ram’s head and the white, textured storage box. Accessories are supposed to come in threes, right?! Now there are three white accessories hanging out on the shelf, which ties into the white crown molding and baseboards.
Now, let’s just see how long I can keep this plant alive. I don’t have the greatest track record. I’m giving the plant a month to live, plus or minus 26 days. Place your bets, folks!
Anway…I love how a simple little project, like planting a new plant in an unusual container like a shell, adds a little extra oomph in a space. There’s nothing like adding a plant to a space. It always livens up a space. I’m a big fan of a plant in every room. Even if I’m 100% incapable of keeping a plant alive.
Pssst…What small updates have you guys been making around your home? Any plant additions?
It’s official…our entry is done! And done with pizazz, otherwise known as entrifical force. And an entrifical force our entry certainly is complete with some organization and Nate Berkus accessories. Bam!
Almost knocked you over there, didn’t she?! I told you the entry is sporting some serious entrifical force. Last time I say that, I swear. But let’s step back to the very beginning. Back to when Colby built a custom shelf for the entry.
It’s just wedged right in there, no screws necessary, it’s such a great fit. But why a custom shelf? One…because that’s how we roll, two…we like real wood as opposed to most of the fake wood/laminate big box store shelves, and three…because we fit the shelf around the beam in the entry thanks to a little notching.
So with the entry shelf built, I gave it my usual stain/poly combo using the same materials/method as when we finished the entry bench. Side note…it’s amazing how two different woods take stain so differently! The shelf has more of a reddish tint to it than the bench does.
Anyway, once the stain/poly dried, up on the
rooftop click click click wall the shelf went. Colby just wedged it right in there before whipping out the level to make sure it was properly positioned.
Then the fun part, attaching the shelf to the wall. We opted to just screw the shelf directly into the wall. But to kind of hide the screws that would be visible, we used these countersinks.
Countersinks, in my words not Colby’s official-like-technical-terms, is like a drill bit/hole saw combo. The bits drill a pilot hole into the wood for the screw, and also bore out some of the wood around it so you can sink the screw below the surface of the wood. Here’s a shot after using the countersink bit:
And here’s the shot after we screwed the shelf to the wall. Note how the screw “sinks” into the wood.
If we so choose, down the road, we could cover the screw with a wood plug, blending the screw holes in with the rest of the wooden shelf. But we don’t mind the pair of exposed screws so we’re leaving them for now.
With the shelf in place, our next step was to add some coat hooks. I ended up going with a couple sets of hooks from Target’s Threshold line, in an oil rubbed bronzed finish. They only set me back $3.99 each (before my 5% Target card discount).
And just screwed them into the wooden shelf, making sure to screw them in evenly and level-ie.
It’s easier to tell in the shot below, but we tried to line up the coat hooks with the pieces of wood we used for batten. You know, so everything kind of looked all even, spaced out correctly and professional like. You can also see how the same stain played differently with the two different types of woods.
With the shelf in place, I put away my wood finishing cap and unleashed some serious accessorizing fury. I had picked up a few items at Target to help organize the space but most everything we brought into this entry was “shopped” from throughout our house.
The basket was new. It’s a bread basket from Target that I picked up for $7.99.
It holds a flashlight, an umbrella and the charger to Goose’s magic collar (the only thing that keeps him from running into on coming traffic).
The other side of the shelf sports the Nate Berkus ram’s head I picked up a while back, a Martha Stewart for Staples white office box, and a recently purchased Nate Berkus for Target storage box (the larger one).
The white box holds all of our batteries in an organized fashion. I know it’s strange and un-typical-like to store batteries in an entry, but I wanted to add another box to the shelf and I HAD to organize our battery mess somehow, so this works for now. Maybe after the big kitchen remodel someday we’ll have a nice little spot in a junk drawer for battery organization. Until then, the box in the entry is working.
The Nate Berkus box holds our sunglasses. It keeps them out of Goose’s zone of terror and also keeps them dust and dirt free.
I hung up a rope knot (which you’ll learn a little bit more about tomorrow) on one of the hooks as well as the small Pottery Barn burlap sack that we use to hole all our winter hats and mittens.
It’s so comforting to have a nice little spot once we come in our house to drop bags, hang up our coats, and dump the mittens and boots. It’s taking a little bit of time to get used to our new little dumping zone, we still tend to leave things on the kitchen table, but we’re coming around. What’s left on the entry to-do list? The only task left for this space is to add a little art on the walls, which I’ve been scheming ideas for a few weeks now. You know I’ll keep you posted. But until then I’m reveling in our entry joy.
Pssst…What have you guys been organizing lately? Any mudroom projects?
I’m in love, I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it! One hundred thousand space bucks to the person who can name that movie quote (or that one). But back to the seriousness, or as serious as I can get. I just stained up the bench that Colby built and I’m in love! I may have a new favorite stain color.
Excuse the weird light. We get CRAZY light in the kitchen early afternoon. But I digress, the latest object of my love and admiration (second obviously to Colby…and I suppose I should through Goose in there too), is the Early American Stain by Minwax. It was love at first swipe.
Normally I do most of my stain work outside (you know…because of the fumes and all that nastiness) but it’s freezing and snowy and one
hot cold mess outside these days. So I laid down a drop cloth and onto the kitchen table the bench went.
I started by first staining the underside of the bench, then flipped it and stained the top. Because the wood was so dry, it soaked up the stain real quick and barely took any wiping off. It also meant that it was dry enough to the touch so when I flipped it, the stain didn’t smear all over the place.
I cannot express my love for this stain enough. I want to hug it…and hold it…and squeeze it…and love it. My favorite part is how it brings out all the imperfections in the wood; all the knots, old lumber yard stamps, dings, etc. Here’s a stained/non-stained comparison so you can catch my drift.
After I let the stain dry overnight (you know…just so we don’t have another poly peeling incident), I put a couple coats of water based poly on the bench. And by a couple coats, I really mean four. I know it was a tad bit excessive but I wanted to make sure this bench lasts “long time”.
I also wanted to make sure that all the crazy knots were properly covered and apparently, in my mind, four coats does the trick.
So, where is this masterpiece we call a bench going? Why in the empty entry of course.
Wha-bam! Thar she blows! Shiver me timbers! We’ve got ourselves an entry bench!
When Colby was building the bench for the entry, he made sure to make it just the right size for the entry. Some might say that he went all Goldilocks on the bench…not too big and not too small. It fits perfectly in the space, and it works height wise too. It’s the perfect boot-putting-on height (a technical term in the coveted bench building industry).
And true to form, it was snowing (again…I guess it snows here in Maine…what?!) while I was taking pics of the bench in the entry. Hence the white streaks running through the above images. And sadly, it’s hard to get a decent shot of the small space of an entry without stepping out onto the deck. So snow shots it is.
As for the next steps for the entry, here’s a little listie mc-listerson for you. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m already scheming up accessories for space.
Entry Re-Do To-Do:
- Build, stain and poly a shelf to hang coats and purses (or satchels in Colby’s case…boys don’t carry purses…sheesh)
- Create a storage area for Goose accessories like his training collar
- Create a wet boot storage system and figure out an entry mat of some sort
- Accessorize, accessorize, accessorize (I’m thinking about repurposing the window sash from our wedding reception for an art installation of sorts)
- Re-paint the front door (but not until it’s warm enough to keep the front door open for extended periods of time…aka…NOT middle of winter)
I’ve still got so much to do to revamp the space. And of course, I can’t concentrate and I’m wanting to tackle a few projects in the master bedroom, get cracking on that just-barely-sheet-rocked-it guest bedroom we’ve got going on, build a bathroom vanity, AND re-paint the bathroom. I’ve got a problem…a concentration problem. Actually, I’ve got precisely 99 problems but our entry bench ain’t one. Rapper Angie…out.
Pssst…Show of hands, who out there also can’t concentrate on house projects (or projects in general) and wants to jump around from project to project? I can’t be the only one! Come on…fess up…you know you want to. Does it help if I offer candy?!
Pssssssst…And sorry for the no-post last night. I stupidly quit drinking coffee this past weekend and last night’s caffeine deprivation headache got the best of me. But my head has since promised to cooperate so we’re back to normal…well…pseudo normal.