Our living room is still very much a work-in-progress and, with two kids under five, will be for a while, but it's starting to feel like a better fit. The previous incarnation was a little too red and overwhelming, so I snagged this yellow couch (which I'll eventually reupholster), we ditched the 70's orange couch and, after one-two-many spills, I dragged this rug out of the dining room. It's getting better (the living room that is. Not the rug). Let's take a look around. As far as artwork goes, this collage is by PRH. The wooden horse? Well, you may recall the post about my propping habit...
The artwork on this wall is by: me (top right), me (midle right), my mom's department store credit card from the 1970's, Sara Pedigo (painting), Jake Bloomer (bottom), and Kris Merola (top left). We're lucky to have so many friends who are artists.
Here's that credit card I was talking about. Locals will remember Burt's department store on the Avenue in Endicott. I love that it says 'Mrs Joseph Ortu' instead of my mom's name. And yes, Ortu is my maiden name.
I made this little painting and couldn't resist the color palette in that Birds book. These sit next to a beautiful painting by our friend Marcie Paper...
Our coffee table is a chicken coop that was in my childhood family living room. It's one of those pieces that my brothers and I are nostalgic about and have traded back and forth for years, much to the chagrin of our respective partners. It does have a piece of glass, but EZ E and Kicky kept sitting on it and I was worried that they'd kill themselves.
Here's the living room as seen from the dining room. As you can see, we need to fix the trim around the door. We're replacing walls throughout the house and the living room is next on that list. I've needed some time to recover from this plaster dust mess.
my beloved fake plant in a hand-drawn pot. Don't judge.
Here's the other side of the room that's waiting patiently for a bookshelf. Our 1980's television sits on that credenza. A few years ago, snarky Apartment Therapy commenters almost embarrassed me into buying a new one, but it still works great (even after getting wet by accident)! The 1980's television stays, but refuses to ever be seen by the general public again.
and a shot from the stairs. Let's see how long this arrangement lasts, shall we?