For those of you who share my love of little things, here is a mouse house that is deliciously diminutive, and, well, kind of big. The teetering tower of rooms, packed with tiny details, is the creation of Dutch artist Karina Schaapman.
If you feel the need to scrutinize this warren of miniatures as I did, pick up the recently published U.S. edition of the Mouse Mansion. The book includes stories about two mice friends, Sam and Julia, but I can’t quite bother with words when I just want to look and look. In fact, I like the end papers best, with its view of ten of the rooms. I wouldn’t mind if the whole book were simply that: an inventory of the hundred little cubbies and the treasures they hold.
First, the after photos:
After, the before photo:
We’ve had this chair for a while–it’s one of the few in our house that is wobble-free, but I wasn’t a fan of the reproduction Colonial stenciling. I’ve been thinking of painting this chair in two tones or “dip-dyeing” it (as the pinners of Pinterest put it). I wasn’t sure if I should go with a light hue on top or bottom. I admire the switched logic of this chair posted on Mobel Pobel:
In the end I went with the less-gravity-defying version: Ben Moore’s pale elephant pink on top, Moore’s italiano rose for the legs, and a light brush of poly. I’m pleased–it’s adding some color to my winter days!
1. Dip a chair.
2. Paint more popsicles.
3. Make more matchbox art!
4. Finish the quilt I began two years ago? Hmmm. Perhaps.
(I’d rather persuade my super-talented modern-quilting friend Brigit to fly in for a weekend and complete it for me. Hint, hint, Brig.)
Happy 2015, friends!
Is it over?
My favorite part of Christmas is the next day. The morning when no one is motivated to get up at 5 a.m., when instead everyone is slow and sleepy, and drowsy pleasure takes the place of excitement and package-tearing fever.
At our house a few presents remain unopened, waiting for visitors.
This year, I wrapped gifts in brown craft paper and decorated with stamping, pom poms and neon dots. One of my sons helped with stamping but mostly my kids cheered me on, always bemused by my crafty antics. (Maybe next year I’ll post before the holiday, but probably not.)
By the way, this is what has become of my project table. Portable ping pong, anyone?
How to explain this pink popsicle painting? First, a confession: I’ve spent an evening or two watching sitcoms with my teenage son. OK, that’s an understatement. Maybe we’ve binged on a few seasons of New Girl, and even though it’s an amusing enough show, sometimes the mind wanders . . . hey, what’s that on the wall behind Zooey Deschanel’s bed?
I’m also a fan of Maira Kalman, master of the Hostess cupcake still life (among many other beautiful paintings, all of which are painted with a frosting of delicious color).
It couldn’t be too hard to do, right? Well, it’s been a while since I’ve painted anything, and I was a little stiff about moving paint around. Also, how exactly does Maira make her paint look so edible?
I used acrylic paint (a practical option when painting where you live and breathe) but lacking in gloss. So, I’m going to apply some varnish and hope that gives it a little sparkle and shine . . . that is, when I get around to it.