i bought this POS little stool at the guild shop, a houston thrifting treasure trove, for like $7. it was super fug. so fug that i had to hide it from b-rad. the thing is, i KNOW brad can see the potential in all the trash i drag home, but his secret motivational tool for encouraging me to transform things is to get really, really mad when i bring stuff home and yell that it is trash and a total waste of money and does he need to call hoarders? and be like my wife is hoarding a giant pile of things that belong in a landfill? so i don't have a BEFORE picture, because quite frankly, that is kind of like evidence of how bad this looked when i bought it. but it looks pretty fly now, right?
tchotchke clutter pattern explosion + animals' and we don't seem to sell a whole lotta that in the high-end interior world, so i like to save it for my yours truly. it's really a specialty niche, after all. people like kate spade and herve pierre and abigail ahern know what i am talking about, y'all.
so just in case you're curious, and because i made brad take pictures, here are some action photos. wallpaper shown is cole and son matsu pines; bed is custom, lucite lamp is arteriors and you may have also noticed my 5-year journal (still amazing) and 4-H ribbon from previous posts.
|outermost layer. if it looks really fancy in this photo, it's because brad is practically ansel adams.|
|second incarnation. this version totally had a crush on jake ryan.|
|true OG velvet layer with welt trim, aka ol' dirty bastard.|
|prior to diy-ing, get manicure, put on bunny sweater.|
|counter-clockwise and keep it tight, bitches.|