Every month we will feature something from Uniques of a Kind that we feel would work well in a living space we are loving in the media.
Read MoreA Bedroom Story
I am the queen of repurposing. I love to find cool objects that had a past life as a something… and then pick them up, dust them off, and use them as a something else. In the same way I also love repurposing rooms. …Or should I say more accurately, in this case, creating a room so that it can “grow” with its occupant.
I didn’t want to get too specific here, as none of us knew just what this precious little child would be like. So we kept it simple, sophisticated … with a dash of romance in an old dresser and mirror.
When she grew out of her crib and into her firebrand personality, it was clear her room needed to morph into something worthy of the dynamo who was now inhabiting it. This was no shrinking violet who would curl up with a book and shut out the world. This is a strong wonder woman in the making. She’s outgoing and confident…. of course she would have sleepovers and need twin beds. Although we embraced the pink, it’s never sicky sweet. We used Farrow & Ball paint on the beds and found a wonderful antique kilim rug and pillows made from solid pink kilims.
She’s clearly Owlette-wild over her new room.
The fun thing about designing a child’s room is that you can be playful with what you bring in. A pink fur rug; an old cola crate; antique child’s chair and this great feathery ostrich create interest and whimsy in the room… replacing expensive, generic side tables.
Designing a Small Kitchen… when your budget is also small.
I am both fascinated and challenged by the notion of a small kitchen. My past kitchens have been spacious … room for tables and chairs and big things like “islands”. But having moved to California’s Peninsula where space comes at a very hefty price, the kitchen I was destined to own was going to be extremely small. This notion was born out when we closed on a 600 square foot bungalow from the 1920’s.
I do want to preface this whole post by saying that I love to cook. Eating out for me, especially now, is a not-too-often thing… mostly because I really do like eating what I’ve cooked. So I’m not the person that stores her shoes in the oven or keeps just a bottle of milk in the refrigerator and a can of tuna in the pantry.
I should also tell you that not only did the bungalow have no closets (at all… and that’s another blog post), it had no washer/dryer. Having no illusions of spending hours in the laundromat every few days., I knew I had to scare up space somewhere for those appliances and other than the living room (now there’s a novel idea), the kitchen was the only place.
Here’s the conversation I was having in my head as I undertook the project: