So, when I read between the lines I thought I'd take pictures of the house. Some of the treasures I have found that I know nobody else would probably want but me. Sometimes when I'm shopping I'll see some random thing and think it needs to be 'rescued'. Then I'm stuck with this helpless, stupid, super silly article that I have to fit into my life somewhere. And I do it. And I always love it. Because I know nobody else will. Or so I think.
Mom gave me this plant stand. I love it so much. It's raggity but still strong. Kind of the way I feel some days.

Cypress Knee Lamp. I found you on the side of the road in a warehouse. The people there wanted to throw you out. I was overjoyed. I have seen many small cypress lamps. But none this fabulous. Most aren't this big. On cypress knee legs (that's a weird sentence!). And it has a woven wood shade.


Whiskey Barrel Chair. Heart.




This HUGE boat 3-D boat picture. I fell in love with the size, the color...and it's wood- Orange wood. Sucker for anything wood. Or wood grained. I tore off the ceiling in the living room because it's wood. I had to add more insulation bc of this idea:)
The piece at the end that holds my TV and record player n' crap is Mahogany wood. 1960's office piece. It was $10. Oh me Oh my.
Found the chicken. He needed me. Rescue for sure. But how could I resist?!
Spare bedroom/office. The picture above the bed is 1950's rock art. The whole thing is outta lil' tiny pieces of rock. They used to come in kits. Kids would get them for Christmas. Like a paint by #...only rocks. I'm sure that was fun to clean up after!
My dressing room or at least that's what I call it because it seems classy that way. Also, Scott's collection of string art. Another kit that was popular in the 60's.
Scott's favorite one.
From an old hotel along with all the keys.
Just got this old metal stand for extra storage in the kitchen. Scott thought I needed it for 'real' storage. Not kitsch. Well, I needed it for both I said.
My old chambers stove. It has a soup drop in back well. A grill on top. It heats up to a million degrees. It's probably a fire hazard.


My bar! Handmade from the Philippines. It was Scott's grandma Tweet's. It's loaded with vintage barware. One of my pride n' joys.
The backyard. Pomegranate tree. Olive tree. Pecan trees. A garden with tomatoes, squash, peas, cantaloupe, watermelon, okra, etc.. The back gate leads out to alley that's only 2 blocks from miles and miles of hiking trials along Colorado River n' parks n' our natural springs. Barton Springs. 68 degrees all year long. But my yard needs a ton of work. Want to xeriscape most of it. I look at it everyday and make plans in my head. They're different everyday.
But first the house. I want to add on. It's only 1200 square feet. I have 3 beds but only 1 bathroom. I want enclosed laundry room because now the damn things are smack dab in my kitchen. I want to go up so I can have city views. I want a library. I want a walk in closet or two, a master bath, a monster bedroom. Stella (grandma and grandpa's 1966 Chrysler) needs covered parking- she lives on side of house under pecan trees with a super duty cover but she's too stylish for that. She needs a garage. I need a garage for more stuff. Treasures for the shop. I want a wood and metal fence. Sometimes I wish I would have bought a new house. But then I love this 1929 needs-a-lot-of-attention-casa of mine. I need the character. The warped hardwood floors. The cracks in the walls. The smell of the old medicine cabinet. The janky windows in their janky window frames. They make me cuss and happy all at the same time.
So, this is for you, Val. To have a peek inside my house. You won't get arrested.
Love you.
Nellie






