June 10, 2011


Forget nice old wainscoting and freshly painted walls, I want to live here.

I mean really, can I make the restaurant look and feel like this? No, I can't. I'll have to save this look for my next design job where they are going for the old garage-y look. What? I can totally see that happening, can't you? {hah!}.

But seriously, this is my local lumber yard. Incredible. Three guys asked me what the heck I was taking pictures of as I wandered around, a little past the point where customers should go. I just said This is so beautiful, do you have any idea? And they basically said Uhh...

It reminded me of the good old days when Amelie and I were traipsing our way across the country, doing screeching u-turns at every old barn or abandoned house. I was getting all nostalgic for this amazing farm we came across {so many months ago!} in Virginia. Oh how I wish I could have taken every scrappy old piece of wood in that garage!


  1. AnonymousJune 10, 2011

    love the board lasagna and your joy in found beauty.

  2. AnonymousJune 10, 2011

    Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.

    13. Pied Beauty

    GLORY be to God for dappled things—
    For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
    For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
    Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
    Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; 5
    And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

    All things counter, original, spare, strange;
    Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
    With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
    He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: 10
    Praise him.


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