Sunday, May 20, 2012

MY LIVING ROOM: A HASHISH DEN

Can you have too many throw pillows? Ted, don't answer that. Seriously. I'm not talking to you. Although let me remind you that new pillows are cheap compared to new couches, so maybe you should shut the hell up. But I digress. Here's what I started with:

A Not-Great "Before" Photo of Couch
It's been a while since we've talked pillows, so to refresh everyone's memory, here are the fabrics I chose for the new ones:



I made some inquiries on Etsy, pricing the cost of having the fabric turned into pillows. I have what some might say is an irrational fear of sewing machines. I don't understand how they work, and I am positive that if I tried to operate one I'd sew myself to the fabric. I have been assured that this is unlikely, but I remain unconvinced. If you knew me in real life, you would understand.

Anyway. Etsy proved a tad pricey for this newly frugal gal, but fate intervened in the form of T-Dawg's mother-in-law, the estimable Norma Panetta (you just know she makes an incredible spaghetti sauce, right? Is that racial profiling? Whatever...) who is 83, adorable, and an expert seamstress.

In a matter of weeks, she whipped up about 18 pillow cases for me, and they ARE AWESOME. Seriously. The photos are not going to do them justice, but you know there are going to be photos anyway. Lots of them. So let's get started:






What's that? Not enough close-ups? Oh, don't worry:





And for those of you who are concerned with how well the new pillows go with the Moroccan rugs that I freed from the attic and laid down in the living room (you know you're out there), I have photo for you as well:




I still think that they look better in real life than in any of these pictures, but you're going to have to take my word for it, cause I'm not giving out my address here. I mean, come on, hello, STALKERS! (Fuck you, I could have a stalker. You don't know.)

Anyway, my living room has gone from a very neutral beigey/muted-gold room to looking basically like a Turkish bazaar. I'm thinking of buying a hookah and shit as a prop, and constantly playing Berber folk music in the background to give the whole thing just a little more authenticity. Although then I'd probably end up smoking hash in the hookah, getting totally paranoid, and locking myself in a closet for five days. So maybe I'll just stop with the pillows.

XOXOXO
ABC
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14 comments

May 20, 2012 at 4:51 PM

Hahaha, oh, you totally made my day with this post! I would gladly sit and smoke hookah in your turkish bazaar! :) Although, the before wasn't necessarily bad to me, either, but that's just me. I love the rugs and the colors that you brought out with those pillows! So glam. And if you're taking applications for the stalker position...

Much Love,
Trissta

May 20, 2012 at 8:19 PM

the new pillows look fantastic.

i hope to be an expert at *something* by the time i'm 83.
i'm so very fucking average.

May 21, 2012 at 8:01 PM

Shit. Why did I read this post. You know what this means don't you? These are gorgeous! I'm looking away now ;)

May 22, 2012 at 1:46 PM

@Trissta I actually AM accepting applications for the stalker position. Requirements: 1) Finding me hi-LAR-ious 2) Not currently being in prison (negotiable) and 3) Not being offended my mild sexual harassment. Send me your resume ;)

@Anita, Norma is truly a force of nature, but you are far from average! Please!

@Jen, don't look away! Come to the dark side and get some more throw pillows for your living room. You know you want to. All the cool kids are doing it...

XOXOXO
ABC

Anne
May 22, 2012 at 9:16 PM

I have the Berber cd whenever you want it!

Anne
May 22, 2012 at 9:18 PM

OMG! I finally figured out how to post on your blog! You are in trouble now sister

May 22, 2012 at 10:52 PM

OMG, you totally DO have a Berber CD for me. And I am THRILLED that you figured out how to post here - everyone, meet Anne, the best sister-in-law in the whole world who spent 2 years in the Berber hills of Morocco in the Peace Corps (hence the tapes).
XOXOXO
ABC

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