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She’s Got Legs, She Knows How to Use Them

While suffering from a bad cold recently, I wound up laying under-nourished on the living room floor with a box of Special K, shoveling grains from the box. No, not a drama queen oh-woe-is-me display. I was alone except for two cats, and though they were nearby and looking concerned (or maybe confused? unusual human behavior for sure), they don’t fall for human drama tricks. They’re far too smart.

While in this sorry state and unusual viewpoint, I noticed legs: sofa legs, chair legs, teak coffee table legs shaped like Chinese opium bed legs, Ming style table legs. And the differences and harmonies across all these legs.

Teak “opium bed” coffee table leg & chair leg – I love the light/dark contrast.

Our living room furniture’s legs were one reason for pairing the pieces together. But since then the legs have stood silent and still, doing their jobs all day every day without appreciation. They’ve become visible but invisible. Quick, right now without peeking first, could you grab a pencil and draw the legs of your furniture?

Now I’ve noticed that the graceful curves and shapely gams are still at their best. Here’s some shots of the various legs:

Painted cabinet from Thailand under a Ming console table.

Teak coffee table we found in Chiang Mai, Thailand.

Teak coffee table, pillow hand-sewn with Indian jacquard silk, leather sofa from Retrospect and a wood rice goddess that we found in Baan Tawai, Thailand.

Chaai, found and rescued in Chicago. His name is Thai for “boy” or “man.”

This guy didn’t let me out of sight during the entire photo session. Here his tail was thumping. Why so annoyed? I thought he’d appreciate that I’m interested in our home from his perspective, but maybe I’m discovering secrets I wasn’t supposed to know about?

Attention deflection strategies work on humans too. He takes me in this direction. Why? Let’s see …

Pottery from a Michigan artist, Thai baskets, Ming console table. And yeah the dreaded wall-to-wall shag carpet.

Brass rain drum and wood rice god converted into a lamp. Both found in Thailand.

I’ve never liked all the orangey oak trim/door/window stain around the house, but there is a lot of it all over the house and it’s a big project to change it. And I’ve never settled on curtain rods so you can still see the white slider-thingy holding the curtains. So instead, let’s focus on what we do like: I’ve always liked the mix of the chunky light table legs with the dark polished sofa legs.

Leather sofas and mirror from Retrospect, coffee table and rain drum and rice god statue from Thailand. Indestructible rug from Home Decorators Collection.

My husband’s mrindangum — a South Indian drum — from his childhood.

Now there’s some noise above me, and air moving. I look up and … hey ma, what are you doing down there? he asks.

Well, I’m just trying to understand the world as you see it, I say. Ah, I see, he says. Carry on.

The legs of a rice goddess.

Little Thai cabinet tucked under Ming console table.

Chunky candlesticks under the same Ming console table.

So lay down on the floor sometime, and look at your rooms from a different perspective. You may be surprised by what you notice.

(And what a fitting title, as right now I have ZZ Top’s raspy thin voice thanks to this cold. I was wishing for something more Lauren Bacall-ish.)

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Eight-t-t-teen D-d-d-degrees?! Let’s Warm It Up …

{shiver}

It’s c-c-c-c-cold.

{teeth chatter}

Did it suddenly get really cold in Chicago? Or have I just not gotten out much lately? Well in addition to the first blazing fireplace this winter (sorry I missed shooting that), here are some attempts to warm up our family room …

Candles on an old Chinese trunk used as a coffee table:

The candles — votives with an exotic scent — are sitting on a Diwali diya tray gifted by my sister-in-law, and making the golds shine on a piece of lacquerware and a wood/rattan basket both found in Thailand. Hidden in the basket was a surprise and just what I needed — matchbooks! From restaurants. What restaurants carry matchbooks anymore? These things are almost antique! Plus you mean to tell me this basket has been sitting around forever with matches in it, silently jeering at us while we ran around looking for matches? Well, yes. But with a tip of the lid, it’s now a secret no more.

Oh, and what’s that over there?

It’s a Maine Coon cat, and you know they’re warm because they’re built to survive in the cold. And at 17 pounds, this warm cat can cover a lot of lap. He’s  like a big bear blanket.

And there beyond the big warm cat is an old Chinese burl wood cabinet.

Hey what’s that shiny thing hanging down? I get distracted by shiny gold things.

It’s the end of a brass chain, leading up to this bell found at a temple in Bangalore:

Er, not found as in, you know, stolen found from a temple … I purchased it. Then I hauled the heavy thing across the world.

I love the wood on the Chinese cabinet. It doesn’t give off heat, but it is another kind of warm.

Also to keep the chills at bay, a bottle of vin santo and almond cookies to go with it.

We were introduced to vin santo in Tuscany. It’s a dessert wine. So delicious, we sought sources of it as soon as we returned home. This is a 22-year-old bottle that I found in a liquor shop that had recently changed ownership. The cork was even sealed with wax. The crate was in the very last aisle of the store in a corner so dark you could barely see the words “vin santo,” and with webs to brush away so I was afraid to stick my hand in the crate. But stick my hand in I did, and I found a bottle so underpriced, it made me gasp. This place was far more used to pricing and selling tequila and beer. So I filled my cart with all the vin santo bottles. Clearly these jewels were forgotten. And believe me we’ve given them a good home!

We figured the wintery cold called for opening a bottle, and a good evening was had by all. Sigh. Sounds like a fairy tale. Some evenings can be.

Indian Candlesticks & Other Global Things

I shook things up in the “family room” of our Chicago home — “family room” in quotes because that’s what this room is supposed to be, but it gets really cozy with a whole family in it. If you want family togetherness time, this is the place to do it. A good friend said “this is what you would call a reading nook” when he visited for the first time. No judgement. Just calling it what it is. But interestingly, people gravitate mostly to this room.

The middle cushion on the couch has become smushed, I sit here so much.

Favorite things live here:  family photos, dog-eared books, really divine smelling Illume pomegranate candles, a ficus tree grown up from a tiny twig.

This is where in the winter our Siamese cat soaks up radiator heat, and in the summer our Maine Coon cat seeks cool evening breezes in open windows.

This is where we’re surrounded by things from our travels. Truly there is something from every trip in here (yes of course I’m in here now! of course on the smushed couch cushion!) so this room does get busy looking. But I feel embraced here rather than exposed as might happen in a minimally-furnished room.

There’s a collection of red painted wood and brass Indian candlesticks always on prominent display here. They were samples made for a business we had back in the 90s. They were handmade for us, by men who hoped to deliver many more for us. To this day I still wish we had been able to be successful enough to deliver on that for them. We told them to be creative, surprise us, inspire us. But I recoiled when I opened the boxes. It was too much. I wish I had the vision back then to be joyful about the colors that struck me as garish back then. I wish I hadn’t given them away, to just get rid of them. We sold online way back then. Now I know better how those colors would flourish online and they would have colored people’s homes and lives, and they would have helped these men who carved and sanded and painted for us to become more prosperous too.    

The only survivors were the red and brown ones.

These candlesticks have lived on the fireplace mantel. But to prolong the gorgeous autumn season, I redecorated the mantel to bring the colors indoors. I’ll post that tomorrow.

Today, here are our India candlesticks and other things from travels on the huge oak shelves in our cozy nook. I know it’s that Midwestern USA orangey oak that some people abhor – I’ve been so tempted to paint these shelves lighter, yet so afraid to do it.

Lacquerware we found in Thailand and India mix well with the candlesticks:

I threw the frame over the clock because without it, the display was missing something. My apologies for fuzziness. This camera is so old.

 

Here’s me — a rare appearance on the blog! — in patti’s sari with our niece and nephew years ago. They’ve both grown up so much. The frame is Jim Thompson silk from one of the company’s shops in Bangkok. And, lacquerware found in Thailand and India:

Here we are with patti. Now she’s wearing the sari! I think she put me in it because the blue would look good on me. We’re not outdoors — that’s a huge mural inside a home! These things are from far less exotic places: the frame is from Target, the buddha is from Z Gallerie and the travel journal is most likely from Barnes & Noble. The buddha is holding a bird nest I found on our driveway. It was carefully woven of plastic netting! I spray painted it gold to dress it up: 

An inexpensive mudra Buddha hand from somewhere in Thailand, and a Thai Buddha postcard framed, sitting atop one of the many travel journals on these shelves. I try to take advantage of any traveling downtime to write memories and details. It’s not the same typewritten — they must be handwritten in a beautiful journal:

A prayer wheel from Sikkim laying atop a small portion of my extensive collection of design books:

Some pieces we found in the night market in Luang Prabang, Laos:

This is one of my most favorite possessions: dirt!! Yes! I scoop dirt when we travel. There’s dirt of many colors and consistencies from many places: New Mexico, Big Sur, Angkor Wat, Tuscany and Umbria, the Silk Road. I painted these spice jars from World Market antique gold, filled them with dirt, and made labels from scrapbook papers:

The bracelets above are from India but they were a free giveaway at Ulta or Sephora — one of those cosmetics stores.

And we can’t forget the other two ever-present lovelies in this room. In fact they’re both here next to me right now. My Siamese Snowshoe, Seesa:

Everything new put on the shelves here, or moved around, she notices. It must meet her approval. She rules this house and she’s tough.

And here’s Chaai showing off his toys in this Indian brass urli. There’s a Lakshmi on it and she’s always facing east. What a stylish toy box you have there, Chaai!

I didn’t make him do this “Vanna” show-off thing — he’s a ham and he recognizes every little photo opportunity.

Thanks for taking this trip through just a small part of our favorite room!

Rice Gods and Rice Goddesses

In a rambling indoor/outdoor warehouse in Baan Tawai, Thailand, we saw them, a pair standing there, and they saw us:

We debated adopting them. My husband thought they’d look good in our living room. I wasn’t sure. Although I liked them, I couldn’t envision where they should live. But you do know we did take them, otherwise there would be no story to tell. They now reside in our living room, and they fit in there, and visitors ask about them all the time.

For years I’ve wondered what they are. Now, I think they may be a rice god and rice goddess …

A rice goddess in Ubud, Bali shared by Sanders50 on Travelpod:

Dewi Sri, goddess of rice on Bali and Java, as explained at Andhee and Culture:

Another view, shared on Travelpod by Karsenault:

Rice Goddess, Ubud, Indonesia
This travel blog photo’s source is TravelPod page: Heart of the Island

This version of Dewi Shri is fashioned from palm leaves, shared in a story about Balinese art, ritual and performance at The New York Times:

Balinese painting of a rice goddess at Rakuten:

Rice goddess at Arhaus:

Rice god and goddess from Two Buttons shared at design-phan:

Stone carved rice goddesses at Dewi Sri Stone Statue:

Rice goddesses via Flickr Lonthebay:

Rice goddess at Java Heritage:

For a change of pace, here’s a more ancient looking rice god, photographed in the Philippines, from Al’s Photos Flickr:

And from National Geographic, here’s what rice gods and goddesses protect — the food supply for much of the planet’s population. Here’s a rice planting festival in Japan in the 1970s:

Rice paddies are serene and beautiful viewed from afar.  Here’s a rice paddy in Kalimpong in West Bengal, India, south of Darjeeling — shared online by Sherab’s Photography:

Rice terraces in the Philippines shared by traveler Gary Yetter – what a stunning view. Furthermore, he describes these terraces as being carved by  hand into the mountainside thousands of years ago, and supported with stone walls:

This image from his blog post gives you a view of how steep these terraces are, and there is a rice god carved into this walking stick!

If you want to know more about rice goddesses, there is a good discussion at this blog post: Rice Goddesses of Indonesia, Cambodia and Thailand. I like to know more about the items we bring back from travels. What is their meaning? How are they used? What is their value and role in the culture? If you have more to add about rice goddesses, please comment below! My husband’s grandfather grew rice in the India countryside many many decades ago. So maybe rice goddesses in our home are appropriate to honor that history.

This post talks about Dewi Shri, the rice goddess of Bali and Java. And as this post discusses, the rice goddesses remind me very much of the beautiful apsaras at Angkor Wat. I photographed many apsaras when we had the good fortune to visit Angkor Wat and other Khmer temples. Much architecture and symbolism there is drawn from Southern India and Hinduism, actually! I’ll do a post about that visit sometime …