Tears for my pillows

I do not remember when it started. At some point, I believe in the old house, I was inspired to pepper my living room with coral and navy. This makeover was over a year in the making, starting in the showroom of Williams and Sherill in Richmond during a visit with Funny Emily. Williams and Sherill is not for the faint of heart, as they have 4,000 bolts of fabric in their showroom, a clearance center next door, and home interiors that I can only dream of. I left Richmond with hundreds of dollars in fabric that I hauled home in my carry-on.

If you do not sew, have moderate confidence in your sewing, or are not good at the finishing touches, you need a Friend Who Sews. You cannot have mine, because she's very busy designing my house and my life and her house and her life and the houses of others who hire her in the Nashville area.  I would not tell you her name, but Amelia deserves credit for (1) conceiving the fabric selections; (2) selecting fabrics via iPhone; (3) sending me a video she made herself on how to sew welt cord; and (4) making these pillows.

 

Amelia made me two of each of these. The navy is Robert Allen's Crystal Lake fabric in Midnight.  You will see in other photos that it is accented with a woven kiwi green ribbon and vintage orange tassels from an Etsy seller. The leopard is Schumacher's Randolph Leopard print in Indigo, trimmed in a ribbon Amelia made that is navy, light blue, moss green, blood red, hot pink, and orange.

  

I wanted to throw a small, black geometric print in with the navy and coral. I found a black and white velvet pillow from Ikea for $15. 

 

The other navy pillow goes in the recliner.

I've had this coral pillow for a couple years (Etsy) and the coral throw came from Joss and Main.

And then, let all the world rejoice, I made this slipcover myself. Having never made one before, my mother helped me cut and pin the top. Months later, I put it through the Singer. Then I kept going, first sewing on the piping, then braving the panels, which were a bitch to match up. Then suddenly I'd made a very-imperfect-but-still-mighty-attractive slipcover for the Ikea ottoman I've had for eleven years. And, it's completely washable, because Murphy loaded it with eye boogers on Day One. (The pictures start to get wonky because homecraphome gets very little natural light, like it does not want to be photographed.)

I cannot remember who made this fabric, but I love that it is more orange-coral than pink-coral.

So now I have a living room that is entirely too chic for this sh*thole we're in now, but so ready to be glamorous in our new house. For those of you who know me as a severely neurotic individual, the leopard pillows are the ones that boys and dogs cannot use, because they are fancy. Boys and dogs are DIRTY.

 

A Murphect photobomb.

 

Every weekend, the boys and I ride out to Saint Gabriel to check on the progress at Lot 22. Today were ecstatic to find SLAB and the delivery of all the materials with which to build walls. Happy dancing all around. Landen wants us to chronicle the building by taking a picture of our feet every time the floor changes. 

 

I am standing in my living room looking out at my building materials and neighbors.

Sunning on our dining room floor.

Perhaps it was unnecessary to bring glam into the living room in a temporary craphouse, but it makes it easier to walk through the door, because these pillows, like their owner, are sentenced here temporarily.

Again, do not bother Nashville Amelia for pillows of your own. I'm unwilling to share her time and attention. Call her if you want to sell your house or buy a new one, and she'll throw in design recommendations. Not pillows.