It's finally feeling livable. We spent the majority of this month painting every room, deep, deep cleaning after the previous tenant (not to mention the landlord who polyurethaned everything—including the sink) and trying to figure out what to do with all this space!! Sean completely transformed the kitchen, like, completely; He added a backsplash made of subway tile, doubled our countertop space with reclaimed barn wood, and built additional cabinets. We still have an entire bedroom with nothing in it—not even overflow crap, no-thing—so that is an on going project. But it feels nice!

Chicago is treating us like kings so far! The boys went junking the other day and nabbed 16 fiberglass shell chairs, that had never been store outside, impeccably white with the inspection stickers still on the bottom. (4 of which you see here, because what's the point in finding stuff if you can't keep some.) They were in a heap of trash... Go figure. The second-hand shops are pouring with gold, and the alleys fill up over night. It's like picker's euphoria, day in and day out. I don't think filling up all this extra space is going to be hard or take much time.

'Paper Anchor' by Lera Lynn

Kinda makes me wish we'd bought a house back home—kinda.

The Architect and The Painter

Sean and I have always been real sure of one thing: we want to be these people. We're so sure, so infatuated, so inspired, we've even agreed on a name for our unborn first-born: Eames. (God, please be a boy). Our house is full of their ideas and designs; They seem to speak to each other, in some shared language—their shapes, colors, purpose. I love their story, so I can't wait for this documentary to air on PBS. Check out this review:

"Described by those who knew them as a union between 'a painter that didn’t paint and an architecture school drop-out who never got his license,' the pair initially dedicated themselves to a utopian vision of promulgating beauty to a broad audience through high quality, low cost, mass produced furnishings. They helped transform 20th century design in the post-war era. "

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Where do you live?

Rebounds from the Dribbble post, asking "Where do you live?"

"I'm calling about the babysitting job."

It's getting to be that time of year, so I took the liberty of starting the month off right and indulging in "House of the Devil". Total throw-back to early 80s films when the obsession with satanic cults peaked—but it's done really well. In no way is this movie is gimmicky. The nods to style and cinematography are brilliant, not to mention the plot; The horror doesn't rear it's head until near the end, which is not unlike other classics actually. See: "The Exorcist" or "The Shining" (I'm seeing a pattern here: "The...") When you've seen just about all of them, it's nice to know that someone is making movies right like they did in '81.