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This weekend Tudorks went to Portland to pick up much needed bathroom lighting from Rejuvenation. Yeah, Seattle has a store, but we need an excuse to get out of this renovation mess. And the Portland store has salvage.Is there anything that I love more than salvage? So we went on a Portland home salvage tour.

OK, so Rejuvenation is completely amazing. Being obsessed with antique lighting since I was a kid, this was totally awesome. So organized, so clean, and so big. Being in a reproduction lighting store in Portland was one of those “I’m back at the mothership” experiences. You can even get espresso. The salvage selection was tops, very much pieces from the area. So couldn’t find our speakeasy. But, we did get our Rufus Streamline Porcelain in Black. I’ve been waiting for this stupid lighting for what, a year now? I also picked up two reproduction jadeite pieces. Each retailing for under $20. Totally awesome.

We also went to Hippo Hardware. Amazing, amazing place with too much salvage selection. As I was told, I was “hippo-tized”. The place had a great Portland vibe. Traveling to Portland? Want to know what Portland is about? Go to Hippo Hardware. It’s eclectic, smart, and funny. I hope when I grow up, that I can be apart of their team. Rejuvenation was the sterile, clean “mothership” and Hippo Hardware was more Sun-Ra “Space is the Place” kind of mothership.

Weekend electrician David

So, really excited and super stoked and full on delicious vegan food, Tudorks, went home to install the Rufus. Well, David did the work. He’s more comfortable with the electrical, well, not too technical electrical. I hope I can learn cool stuff like wiring one day. Then I can make anything a lamp or light. I have to up my home improvement game. So, here’s David putting the light after a really long day. I hope that I can show a before and after post of the bathroom sometime this summer. The bathrooms were the last projects we decided to tackle and I’m sick of them. I’m glad we took our time. We seem to make better choices when we take our sweet time.

So the Portland trip was awesome. Portland was the reason we moved to the PNW. But, we couldn’t get jobs in the tiny town. All this little trip did was remind us why we are here and helped us set goals. Yeah, goals to move to Portland, again. But, in a sick way, it’s been a nice motivator to finish the house. I’m taking any motivator I can get right now to push through this project.

-Victoria

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"salvage" garden shed featured in Sunset

Since the weather is much nicer and we have had enough of winter, we’ve been thinking about our exterior and gardening way too much. I saved this pic of this “salvage” shed from Sunset magazine sometime ago, before we even purchased our home. I loved the fun chartreuse shade of this garden shed hidden in a PNW jungle. It is so striking and sooo West Coast. And this shed is in Port Orchard, WA,  our neighbors across the inlet. The article contained interesting info and listed the plants in this garden. They seem to thrive in our environment. Since I am a transplant, I’ve had to study what works here. Sunset magazine has been very helpful for that.

Anyways, I’ve revisited this article (here) over and over again because this really, really resembles our exterior colors. Our house turned out this green, not what we expected, but we will live with it and like it. Our trim is a chocolate brown just like this shed. The difference is that our house is much larger and taller than this quaint, cute shed and we have no landscaping. Our lawn is naked and neglected. The chartreuse shade of our house can be seen miles away, I think, or so the neighbors tell each other. No lovely hydrangeas are breaking up the green from the curb. When I look at this picture, I realize that our colors didn’t turn out too bad. We will work with it. It’s unexpected and chartreuse is my favorite shade of green and green is my favorite color. This article/feature makes me want to go out and dig, plant, and turn crazy things into planters. It also makes me feel good about our unexpected color choice. I liked it when it was featured in a magazine, why wouldn’t I like it for myself?

-Victoria

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It is almost my favorite time of the year: full fledge fall. I have always loved autumn because of fall fashions (love layering), falling leaves, the smell of decay, cooler weather, pumpkin spiced lattes, and mushrooms. David and I are mushroom hunters. This keeps us outside when the weather is less than perfect. It’s actually fun to be out in the misty rain with decaying leaves just to spot their strange shapes, odors, and colors. We eat what we know is safe, very obvious ones, but mainly I just love mushrooms for their strangeness. (And when I say we hunt mushrooms, I must add that we are all about the non-psychotropic types). It is almost prime mushroom time here in the forests of Washington. We went out today and saw a few. It was nice to see after the dryness and hotness of our freakish summer. Since we are mushroom fans, we are always happy to spot mushroom decor. I’m always on the “hunt” for mushroom home items. I love this toad stool found at Velocity. It’s a bit costly at $297 and many local artists in the PNW can create one of these for much cheaper. But, anyways, I love these but I didn’t know how to use it without looking too cheesy, nerdy, hobit-ish or make it work with what I like. I found this Parisian apartment online and fell in love with it. It is very whimsy, but still classic and functional and totally what I am in to.

Parisian apartment

Parisian apartment

It is a very inspiring room for the fungi fanatic. Every detail is so interesting. It’s classy and a bit unexpected. This is how I want our house to be. A bit stuffy but with a sense of humor. I love the beach pebble lilac grey walls of the sitting room/dining room area against the contrast of the pickle green wallpaper. (I must add I adore the dog paintings, wouldn’t it be cool to have Gig paintings over a formal sofa like that?) I feel this space is so charming and functional. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to have a location in Paris, amazing woodwork, perfect hardwood floors, and towering ceilings.

It’s nice to think about decorating again and not the boring stuff of a renovation such as peeling wallpaper, popping staples, demolishing walls, and restoring hardware.

-Victoria

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But, I’m just worn out and need a break. Even if a break means sticking to the computer chair while the vintage fan blows scorching hot air from outside into my face. Our inside thermometer reads 95. It’s misery and I get to load, pack, carry furniture and David’s Talentmaker  into a beat up U-Haul. Oh, and I get to singe my nose hairs with the vapors of bleach in hopes of getting a security deposit back. What a great day!

A perfect living room

A perfect living room

Anyways, enough of my whining over a miserable heatwave here in the Pacific Northwest. I’m from the Southeast. I’ve seen these temps before but never without the modern marvel of a/c. So, while I sweat out pounds and pounds of liquid, I would like to share a room that makes me happy. I love this vintage modern living room. When I think of all of the hard work that I am doing now and all of the misery of the renovation ahead of me, I think about how it will all be worth it in the end. (Geez, I hope so. Talk to me in 6 months and still see if I say this stuff.) I like this simple room. I love the architectural details, the robin’s egg blue walls, the not so frou-frou chandelier, the wide planked wood floors. This room would be lovely in the nude, but it really looks great with help of the mid-century modern furniture. The lines are simple, the colors muted. And it looks like what we already have in our possession. It’s a nice way to make our 40’s-60’s furniture work with our mid-30’s house. I really can’t wait until we get to transform the place. Rumor has it we close tomorrow, but we’ve heard this before so it is hard for me to trust anyone. Until then I’ll be working hard, working on developing the ugliest heat rash ever, and working on keeping it all together. We still don’t know officially where we will be living. That being said. If you don’t hear from us in a while we are either homeless sleeping on the park benches by the ferry terminal, hiding in a remote cabin around Mt. Baker, or in our new house working hard and waiting for it to be internet ready.

-Victoria

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If you know me, even a little bit, you know that I love figs. I try every fig fragrance, body, bath product that I can get my hands on. A fig tree produces the most comforting odor to me. A fig of any variety is my favorite treat. David and I have been snacking on super sweet and ambrosia like Black Mission figs and gorgonzola all week. We get so excited when they are in season, first we eat them raw until we get spoiled and then we ponder of all the possibilities from dinner to dessert. While we were taking our evening walk last night, and while we were spying on the house we are buying, we strolled past a huge tree. As always, David asked, “What is this?” and before I came back with my “Why would you think I would know, stop asking me everything“, I saw the big, flat leaves. This was a fig and for once I had an answer to David’s question. But, I think he was figuring it out. I forgot about how smooth the bark is, what a pretty color combination it is. I was puzzled because I have never seen a fig tree so tall. It reached into the sky, taller than the houses. (I guess I’ve always seen them trimmed). But, to my amazement it was bearing so much fruit! We both became so giddy, happy to see this huge tree less than a block from the house. We were excited for so many reasons, from the thought of stripping the tree bare in the middle of the night with so many figs we couldn’t’ carry them all or eat them all to the basic fact that we can grow one of these in our own yard.

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The tree

It reminded us that we don’t rent anymore. We can grow things, we can grow delicious things. How I want to get a cutting of this tree and grow my own! The smell of the leaves, the feel of the bark, the taste of the fruit, it just makes me happy. When we visited Portland, OR before we moved here, we were touring North Alberta and it was October and there was a fig tree bearing fruit. It was a beautiful sight. After that, David and I would talk about owning a craftsman with a fig tree in the yard. Well, I guess we can do that now. And we can have grapes, kiwis, so many things. The property does have a cherry tree and an overgrown lilac. There is also a Japanese maple blocking the house and it has to be trimmed because it is way too close and we don’t want it to cause in structural damage. I just hope that once we destroy the blackberry bramble (AKA the backyard) that we will find an orchard of fruiting fig tree.

IMG_2392Me guarding the tree that I hope will be apart of my garden.

-Victoria

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First Pacific coast trip.

Moving to the Pacific Northwest has really inspired every color choice that I will ever make. When we lived back in Tennessee, I loved bright shades of poppy, chartreuse, Tiffany blue, and lipstick pinks all paired with glossy black. I guess this was a very “young” color combo and what you do when you are only allowed to have your walls white. As far as clothing would go, I would wear lots of black, but I am a closet goth so this is nature of the game. I wasn’t really inspired by nature when we were in the South. Not that there isn’t nature there, but I was burnt out and there was nothing behind the endless rows of strip malls and car lots. In fact my choice color palette of poppy, chartreuse, Tiffany blue, and lipstick pinks seem to resemble an opium den decorated by Target or more appropriately a rave. When we moved here this time last year, I couldn’t get over all the colors, shades and pairings I’ve never seen before!

Yellow scotch bloom and St. John’s Wart all down the freeways, the greenish blue of the sea, the pumpkin orange of a hearty California poppy, the clear blue skies. It was like a postcard. This was summer. Everything was bright and all the houses in town seemed to be painted cheery hues of Victorian pinks and all the colors of pillow mints. It was euphoric.

Fall came on slowly, the days became shorter, the drizzle blew in. It gave the sky a strange coolness and this caused all of the evergreens and moss to look electric. It also made my skin look almost blue.  This strange weed popped up that was a plummy red, the color I wanted my hair to be, so I attempted to get it this color, paired quite nicely with Chanel Vamp lipstick but it did make my closet goth look full goth with my black wardrobe. Fall continued, some leaves changed to robust and spicy hues. The mushrooms blew my mind, the saturation of color they could have! Anywhere from putty purples to spiced pumpkin (all of my makeup had to have “mushroom” shades). Then winter came and it seemed to never go away…however this was the most color inspirational for me. We went to the coast. I fell madly in love with all the grays, taupes, and lilacs of beach pebbles and the driftwood. The sky was muted, the evergreens glowed. Fog buried us alive. I have never seen any of the Twilight movies but from the stills that I have seen, this was the color. They did a great job with this. This gloomy period became my soothing period. I couldn’t get my hands on enough taupe. It sounds so boring but it was natural. My clothes needed to be gray, lilac, taupe, brown, sandy peach. This is what would work with the environment. My closet transformed and this really changed my life. Everything matched and flowed like the pebbles that touched the ocean. Houses were dulled but softened by the weather. Everything was just different. We had snow, the sky was menacing and dark. It was moody and gloomy and like every grunge music video ever, but this is what really affected my color tastes.

Spring happened and we saw all the amazing boldness of mountain wildflowers. It was beautiful and it was needed. Even though I appreciated the moody weather it did get to me and I didn’t know it. I needed to see what colors looked like in full sunlight again. I needed to see the purples of foxglove and the pale pink of tulip trees. We went to the tulip festival and I saw every color again, alive and bright. You could wear orange lipstick again. That was nice.

It’s summer again. I enjoy it because this is a kind place, mild weather. However, I will always be inspired by the colors of the cooler days, my “beach pebble” shades. These are what I want in the house, something soothing with pops of bright here and there. I still purchase gray toned clothing and yes, black too. When we first moved into the house that we are currently renting, everything interior was painted taupe. I thought “boring” at first and too “safe”. But, now I love it and I will do this in my own home. This is a great neutral for the environment, far kinder than white, and it goes with everything from clear skies blue to the color found inside oyster shells.

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A peek inside the rented house's living room.

I want to go a bit more gray in comparison to the color throughout this rented house. I’m thinking more PNW coast. Some great beach pebble neutrals include Benny Moore Hot Springs Stones, Revere Pewter, and Dusk to Dawn. I love Valspar Oregon Coast (great name too! and the mistint I purchased is so similar). I like Valspar Woodland Misty Morn (that sounds like a Jethro Tull jam), and Redstone Dakota Sandstone. Behr has a nice taupe called Chateau but I think it may be a bit too warm and it seems to be identical to the color on the walls where we live now. I wish I could get some of these on here but they are all flash, so I guess I’ll have to scan but I don’t know how accurate that will be. Or you can just wait to see them when we paint the new house!

-Victoria

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