goodbye domino

I am so upset. Domino magazine is folding, in a week! It was just reported today, and I have to admit, its a little hard to digest. Having already lost my favorite magazine, Cottage Living, earlier this year, domino had taken its place at the top of the list. And now, it too, is suffering at the hands of a depressed economy.

What really gets me feeling defeated, is the fact that there is no talk of continuing their website. Why not? The costs to run a site are much less than that of producing a magazine. All I have to say is fooey... and, I am really disappointed.

So, I guess, in some strange way, that makes my mission to blog all the more pertinent. I still want to bring sound decorating advice to my readers, and I can do it for free, dang it! I am hopeful that some of domino's contributors will start their own projects too. I'll have to keep an ear to the ground for you.

In the mean time, here is a link to the NY Times article detailing the closure of one of the BEST decorating magazines of our time. So long domino, you will surely be missed by each and every one of your 800,000 loyal readers.

back into decorating

Its been over two months since my last post. Sad, but true. I am here tonight attempting to rededicate my efforts to my creative endeavors. My excuses for the long sabbatical are as follows: my full-time job wears me out, I don't seem to have as much time for decorating projects, I don't want to get online when I get home, we are budgeting big time, and trying to prioritize our earthly needs over our material wants. Who isn't dealing with these issues?

I'll tell you what though, I have missed blogging so very much. But above all, I have this unbelievable urge to redecorate my entire house. The passion I previously had time to explore and challenge every day when I wasn't working, has grown impatient and it tortures me. Every time I sit down to relax after work, my silly little brain rearranges every piece of furniture in the house to different rooms. While grocery shopping and doing laundry on the weekends, I imagine repainting the walls, and sewing new pillows. In my dreams, I demolish and rebuild my kitchen and bathroom and basement and front porch.


I would like to begin with what will soon be known as the great room swap. Chris and I are inheriting a couple of pieces of furniture, and the addition of these items will cause an upheaval in almost every room. I sort of have a master plan, which I won't bore you with now, as it is not set it stone. You'll just have to log on again to read about how the arrival of one wing chair changes the whole house. It is going to happen soon, I promise. Seriously, if I don't get to move some furniture around next weekend, I might just lose it!