More Views Of The New Living Room Look

Here are a few more views of the new look for the living room.

For those of you who are nostalgic for the celadon-colored carpet, the flocked wallpaper, the white Italian silk draperies and kidney-shaped sofa, the reproduction Louis XV chairs, and the marble-topped cabinets–I can only say that this look is more “ranch”!

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Here are the vintage chairs (c. 1920s) that we reupholstered with fabric from H.D. Buttercup.

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Here is one of several manual typewriters I found we had, now displayed on the console table that Steve found at The Alley.

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Another view of the new sofa from Pampa Furniture. The multi-colored standing screen on the left is also from The Alley.

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Then finally, hand-tinted baby portraits of yours truly!

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Goodbye, Thanksgiving

We enjoyed five days of gorgeous, warm, clear fall weather for our Thanksgiving vacation at the house. The gold and yellow leaves on the deciduous trees seemed to magnify the sunlight’s brilliancy and to give it depth.

Here is the view from the kitchen and front yard, looking up toward the San Bernardino Mountains, with Mt. San Bernardino being the peak to the left. Though it appears to be the tallest, the mountain farthest back on the right that looks grayish white is Mt. San Gorgonio, or Grayback, the tallest mountain in Southern California.

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Here are a few more scenes that capture the rich light….

A corner of the master bedroom, with afternoon sunshine (the little stuffed owl on the chair is from Pier 1).

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Looking west through our old persimmon tree (no fruit this year) and its last leaves.

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With sunset coming on, looking across at what we called the Lippmann place, built in the early 20th century to the same plans as a villa in Italy.

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And back to the mountain view, now late afternoon.

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Happy Thanksgiving From Tiger Tail Terrace!

We’re spending our first Thanksgiving here in Redlands since my parents passed away and I finished redoing the house. We have my husband Nabil’s parents with us, and also our good friends Dominique and Terence from Portland. They’re soaking up all the Southern California sunshine they can before returning to Oregon.

We pretty much did nothing but cook and wash dishes from about 7 a.m. until about 8 p.m., when we finally finished our dessert, a Rustic Apple Tarte (recipe from Bon Appetit, Dec. 2001 issue).

Whew! Remind me to spend Thanksgiving in Hawaii next year and have Thanksgiving dinner at the lovely Sheraton Moana Surfrider in Waikiki!

Since it’s only Thanksgiving for another five minutes, I’ll close with a few photos from a lovely day.

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Some fixings for the big dinner

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Barely sunrise and already cooking!

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The beautiful centerpiece my in-laws brought

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The Rustic Apple Tarte–with vanilla bean, star anise, cinnamon stick, and cloves

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My son, Justin, and his grandpa. I love these round, autumn-leaf placemats I found at Bed, Bath, and Beyond

Her 15 Warhol Minutes

Here is the rest of the colorized, Warholesque portraits Steve created using a ’60s portrait of my mom. I lost one of the images somewhere in the down- and up-loading process, but this makes an even 10.

We’ve hung three of the portraits over the living-room mantel (see previous post), but the others ought to be appreciated too!

New Living-Room Look

With lots of help from Steve, I’ve been furnishing the living room, the last room in the house to be finished. The furniture is all new.

Those of you who remember the living room with French Provincial furniture and flocked celadon wallpaper may be shocked, but I wanted it updated to a more casual, family- and dog-friendly style.

I had the idea of doing kind of a mod, Warhol-type photo series to hang somewhere, and Steve found a 60s portrait of my mom when she did her hair in a marcel wave, and he worked out lots of great color combinations.

Then he ordered three 16″ x 20″ prints of the portraits on canvas. Here is the result!

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(Photo credit: Steve Eubanks)

Along with property management, estate sales, and decorating, Steve does beautiful photography and restores photographs. You can see his gorgeous work on Facebook at his Aperture On The World page (www.facebook.com/Apertureontheworld).

He also recently finished scanning and restoring hundreds of old Kodachrome slides and photos that my parents and uncle left behind at the house.

Now I have the photos and slides all digitized to preserve and make them accessible for others in the family to enjoy (and who has a slide projector lying around these days?)

Thanks, Steve!

Some 60s Hairstyles (via Patrick Burns)

Here’s an illustration with some of the popular 60s hair styles for women. These all look like young or college-age women, but not a long, straight hair hippie look among them! These looks must have been for the squeaky-clean Breck or Prell girls. The ones in sweater sets and strings of pearls. Not the flower-child girls with their long hair parted in the middle and held with a braided leather headband that I remember!

Just to complete the flashback, now that we’re celebrating the 50th anniversary of the Stones, how about some history of the word “hippie” from Wikipedia? —

“In a June 11, 1963 syndicated column by Dorothy Killgallen, she wrote “New York hippies have a new kick – baking marijuana in cookies”.[14] The term “hippie” appears in a New York Times book review of April 21, 1964 entitled “Is The Pentagon Threatened by Civilians on Horseback?” where it said “Mr. Raymond felicitously gives us a hippie link between the present and the past.”[15] The term appeared numerous times in the Village Voice on September 10, 1964 in an article entitled “Baby Beatniks Spark Bar Boom on East Side.”[16] Another early appearance of the term hippieswas on November 27, 1964 in a TIME Magazine article about a 20-year old’s drug use scandalizing the town of Darien, Connecticut: “The trouble is that in a school of 1,018 pupils so near New York there is bound to be a fast set of hard-shell hippies like Alpert [the 20 year old] who seem utterly glamorous to more sheltered types.”[17] Shortly afterwards, on December 6, 1964, in an article entitled “Jean Shepherd Leads His Flock On A Search For Truth”, New York Timesjournalist Bernard Weinraub wrote about the Limelight coffeehouse, quoting Shepherd as using the term hippie while describing the beatnik fashions that had newly arrived in Greenwich Village from Queens, Staten Island, Newark, Jersey City, and Brooklyn.[18] And the Zanesville Times Recorder, on January 1, 1965, ran a story questioning how society could tolerate a new underground New York newspaper started by Ed Sanders called The Marijuana Times — whose first issue (of only two, dated January 30) it directly quoted as saying: “The latest Pot statistics compiled through the services of the Hippie Dope Exchange, will be printed in each issue of the Marijuana Newsletter.

Another early appearance was in the liner notes to the Rolling Stones album, The Rolling Stones, Now!, released in February 1965 and written by the band’s then-manager, Andrew Loog Oldham. One sentence of the notes reads, “Their music is Berry-chuck and all the Chicago hippies…” and another sentence from the same source reads, “Well, my groobies, what about Richmond, with its grass green and hippy scene from which the Stones untaned.” [19]

Rev. Howard R. Moody, of the Judson Memorial Church in Greenwich Village, was quoted in the June 6, 1965 New York Times as saying “Every hippy is somebody’s square. And don’t you ever forget it.”

By around this time, “hippies” were being noted on the U.S. West Coast as well. The first clearly contemporary use of the word “hippie” appeared in print on September 5, 1965. In an article entitled “A New Haven for Beatniks,” San Francisco journalist Michael Fallon wrote about the Blue Unicorn coffeehouse, using the term hippie to refer to the new generation ofbeatniks who had moved from North Beach into the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco. Fallon reportedly came up with the name by condensing Norman Mailer‘s use of the word hipster into hippie.[20]

Use of the term hippie did not become widespread in the mass media until early 1967, after San Francisco Chronicle columnist Herb Caen began referring to hippies in his daily columns.[21][22]

Flowers (The Rolling Stones album)

Flowers (The Rolling Stones album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Storybook Ranch Homes, La Sierra

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The yellow home on Sierra Vista at the top has fairly pronounced storybook details–see the heavy shake roof and trim–of the many I’ve seen around Southern California.

It also has lovely diamond-pane windows on the other side, but I wasn’t able to get a picture of them without appearing too nosy!

What I particularly like in the second house, just a couple of blocks away, is the dovecote under the eaves.

I think there’s something about birdhouses that feels homey or cozy to us. I imagine it’s because where there’s a birdhouse, by extension, there’s a nest.

If the house has a design that signals that birds are welcome and safe there, I think our unconscious association is that anyone living in such a house will be warm and safe too.

A Lassie Coloring Book, circa 1965

 

I found this in a box while going through the things I’d saved during the major clean-out of the house.

 

Lassie was one of my favorite shows as a child because of the beautiful dog. Like so many other kids at the time, it made me want a collie because I thought they were kind, intelligent, and beautiful. And I did get a collie, a somewhat rare white one, with sable markings on the head, for my seventh birthday.

 

Frosty was unfortunately hit by a car after I’d had him for about three years. Then, instead of getting a traditional sable and white collie (like Lassie’s color), I got a blue merle (silver, black, and tan coloring over a white base coat, plus one blue eye).

 

 

English: Blue Merle Rough Collie Show Stack

English: Blue Merle Rough Collie Show Stock (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Once I started looking through the pictures of my old Lassie coloring book, I remembered many of them. I probably worked on it when I was 5.

 

I’ll spare you any photos of the pages inside because the coloring looks like, well, a five year-old’s!

 

Syri

This is Syri. She is my 25-year-old Arabian mare, born right here on the terraces on Cinco de Mayo, 1987. She spent a few years at a boarding stable down in San Timoteo Canyon after my parents left the house and moved in with me in L.A.

I brought her back to the ranch once I remodeled the guest house and we were able to have a renter/caretaker living here. I did the guest house before the main house for that reason. Sometimes I think I did the whole remodeling project just so she could come back.

In this photo she’s trying on the new halter and lead rope we got her at Calabasas Saddlery. They’re sold as a matching set nowadays, and I think the black really pops against her bright chestnut color, while the plaid is an unexpectedly tasteful touch!