Our cat has been cheezburgered!

…

Without our permission…

Or credit…

Which is kinda less cool…

Still pretty cool though!

So: my sister just moved to the city this last month to go for a second degree in fashion. She got a job at the best ice cream shop in the city.

You bet I’m using this family connection for my own benefit!

Today I had a s’more sundae (our own invention) which consists of the following:

1. a scoop of their famous roasted marshmallow ice cream (they also have a stout flavoured ice cream that I am very excited to try next time)
2. a drizzle of hot, home-made fudge sauce (the ingredients to which include, my sister informs me: “cream, bittersweet chocolate squares, and lots of other unhealthy things”)
3. crushed sugar cones sprinkled on top
4. sugar induced euphoria

Greg’s Ice Cream is Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams favourite ice cream shop, and anything me and Liam can do to emulate those two is, I think, for the betterment of society.

I am still planning on ultimately getting an Eames rocker, but that leaves a need for something a little more appropriate for curling up with a couple kittys and a good book.

So I was wondering…

What do we think of papasan chairs?

1. they are kitschy- in a good way
2. EWWWWW! they are kitschy in a bad, bad way
3. they are so comfortable nothing else matters.
4. crocs are to shoes as (blank) are to chairs (answer=papasans)
5. they are cheap and tacky and belong only in college dorms, basements and incense addled dens of inequity/hippies
6. Usually, they’re not so pretty but they could be cute if *I* worked my magic on one (painted the frame a nice colour – silver? white? turquoise? – and re-covered the cushion in cute fabric and added some adorable throw pillows)
7. whatever makes the kitties and the boyfriend happy, makes me happy

I’m maybe, kinda, sorta leaning towards: sorta kitschy (but I like kitschy) and they also could be cute – with some boyfriend and kitty happiness thrown in for good measure. Keep in mind that I would not be purchasing a new one, but probably procuring a used one for super cheap (from craigslist, likely). Which is happy for the environment!

Before answering, check out this super pretty room I found at Apartment Therapy that utilizes the chair in question in an appropriate and, dare I say it, stylish manner and totally makes it work. I am kinda basing my bedroom around it. I stumbled across the blog of the guy who owns it and it’s worth a look too if you’re into whimsical design and hand drawn type (Yes! Yes. Yes I am).

Yesterday night, Liam suprised me and brought home a bag of fresh mussels, french wine and garlic bread. I don’t really think there’s anything more romantic than that. Or the gorgeous perfume that filled the house after steaming those juicy little shellfish open in a winey, garlicy broth so that their delicious internal liquid spills out into the sauce….
Yummmmmmmmy!

As you may have guessed from my ravings over Eames rockers, I think I’m going through a nesting phase. I went through one last spring, and it resulted in a single purchase of a very, very expensive -sofa (although I did get it on sale). I really agree with the concept that you should buy things that

a) you love
b) are the very best quality
c) you desperately need

So, even though I could have gone to Ikea and bought a whole household of things for the same price, I knew I would be much, much happier in the long run if I bought that couch and so far I have been (when I’m not foiling the cats best attempts to destroy it). It’s going to last forever, and it will be simple to re-cover.

The problem being, of course, that the rest of my apartment kinda pales in comparison. Pretty much everything else came from cleaning out my grandfather’s house.

So this is going to be the year of fixing that problem, I think.

Some of the inheritance will stay – my grandparents had pretty funky taste. They were cocktail grandparents, with an sixties/oriental/hollywood-regency style. Much of their furniture came from auctions and estate sales and their many travels. Todd Oldham and Jonathan Adler would have LOVED them.

Which is cool by me, cause I love Todd Oldham and Jonathan Adler.

Right now my living room is warm white and grey with touches of rich Moroccan colours – paprika, turquoise and olive. So I’m thinking some Moroccan pouffes like these (in pale turquoise, or maybe white) could be added. They have multiple uses – footstool, additional seating, cat perch. I’ve found them for a really good price on Ebay, and they ship cheaply too, as they can come to you un-stuffed. Ideal, right?

Plus pouffe is a fun word to say.

Pouffe pouffe pouffe.

Other than that I’m thinking the following for my living room:

1. Paint the walls very pale turquoise
2. Procure an Eames rocker (preferably in dark grey to match the couch)
3. Pick up yet another inheritance from my parents – a small secretary – and re-finish it and my thonet chairs (can’t decide what colour – Dark walnut? Black? White?)
4. Find white area rug (I would love shag, but I think it’s too much to ask with cats – cheap and washable cotton is more like it)
5. Figure out a better solution for the TV than the cheap Ikea thing it is currently sitting on (ideally I’d like a Danish credenza, but I doubt I’ll find a nice one anytime soon)

That is all.

Pouffe.

This is the first time in a very long while that I feel lighter. I still am a little confused about general sort of life direction type things, but I feel like I can enjoy myself now, when the opportunity presents itself to have fun.

We were out exploring pretty much all weekend. We hit up the St. Lawrence Sunday flea market, and all the trendy little new antique and design shops along queen east and Leslieville.

I also spent some time at my favourite store – filled with authentic mid-century pieces – down the street at queen west, and they told me that they could find me the Eames shell chair of my dreams (preferably in black, white or grey) for a really, really decent price if I was patient. I am going to put reproduction rocker legs on it and have a dreamy, dreamy Eames rocker.

I am liking being able to make plans for the future.

She’s gone. I am sad.

Liam says more than I can right now.