All About That Brass.

Owning an older home comes with its fair share of surprises. Some good, some not so good (I’m looking at you, galvanized plumbing). Luckily, this surprise was a good one. We have an Arizona room that we’ve mostly been using as placeholder for other stuff we don’t know what to do with. We finally decided it’s time to turn it into a family space.

The room is in fairly good shape, it just needs a little elbow grease and a professional tile cleaning company. What had me stuck the most was the fireplace. It’s pretty worn and I figured the adornments needed to be kicked to the curb. I’m glad I waited because last week I gave the fireplace a second look and noticed it was just really tarnished metal. Then I thought, “Maybe a little Brasso would help?”

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Don’t Put a Bird On It. Put It On a Bird.

I don’t collect a lot of jewelry. I am a very low-maintenance, no-fuss, no-muss kind of girl. However, because I have an adoring husband, I am lucky in that my collection has grown enough where I need to actually have a place to contain all of it. For the longest time I was looking for a jewelry tree and couldn’t find one anywhere. Then lo and behold, about a year ago I found one at Target (surprise, surprise). The one I chose was one of TWO they had at the time. Maybe Tucson isn’t a test market for jewelry trees? Who knows…

Anyway, I never really loved the one I chose, because:

1) It didn’t match anything else

2) Birds? Yes, they’re a decoration in Max’s room, but generally I associate them with messiness (which is appropriate for a toddler, no?)

3) Options were limited, and well, meh…

Then one day, I got a wild spray paint hair and decided to up and change the tree. Of course, now every store has dozens of jewelry tree options everywhere I look. Even CVS. Clearly, I’m a weird niche market trend setter. But I didn’t want pewter, or silver, or nickel. I wanted…brass.

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