I keep revisiting this photograph of Annie Selke’s garage. I showed it to Ryan and his response was, “So you’re looking at garage porn now?” Yes. Organized items and hot pink make me happy.
Annie Selke is the woman behind Pine Cone Hill, which I always (unfairly, it seems) lumped in with Shabby Chic. (Sorry Annie!) If you start here, you can follow her home renovation with House Beautiful. It’s pretty great. And, unlike the other watch-me-change-my-house story of late, that of Kevin Sharkey, it’s a bit more—how do I put this delicately, while still wearing my Team Martha t-shirt?—unfussy. Or maybe it’s just not taking eons to document.
In case you were wondering why I have garages on the brain, it’s because we left ours in Florida. I’d rather have zero garage in LA than one lovely two-car specimen in Boca, but still. The rest of the garage makeover is here. Prepare yourself for striped walls.
While we pour a little of our 40s out in memory of our capacious garage, let’s also mourn the loss of my cooking mojo. I have made some questionable food this week. Instead of turning your stomach with details, let’s check in with some ladies who seem to know what they’re doing. People like Miya and Elisabeth at You + Me Equals—they make roasted vegetable enchiladas and Mexichoctofu pudding. Domestic Reflections claims to not have her act together but shares a recipe for chicken stock. (Girl, when you are making your own stock, you are doing something right. Don’t beat yourself up!) 5thjoy is speaking my language, and that language is chicken and cabbage minestrone. Oh wait, it looks like Scrumptious is also fluent in soup—she shares a recipe for crock pot chicken spezzatino and then blows my mind with cheesy deliciousness. (That is not actually the name of the recipe, but I dare you to click on that and call it by any other name.)
Best. Garage. Ever. (I don’t have one either — not so great in MN where you have to desnow and ice your car allllll winter long!)
Oh man, I can’t even imagine. You also have those epic snowdrifts, right?
Can easily see why you would “lust” after this garage… which makes your husband right, in a way:). My cooking mojo is still in tact, but my fashion mojo, on the other hand…
http://torriesessions.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-steps.html
(don’t usually link myself up, but just so you know you’re not alone in the losing your mojo:)
Don’t listen to this “lost her cooking mojo” stuff… Everything she’s been cooking lately has been delicious.
In the interest of full disclosure, Ryan has conveniently forgotten what we ate on Tuesday night. It was not very good.