The Down low on Bungalow

Thank you SO MUCH for all of your kind comments on my very hasty post last week. I must confess that running a mini PR blitz focused on me me me left a bitter taste in my mouth. I worked super crazy hair pulling hard to get everything ready for the Bungalow feature, so I'm on cloud nine that the shoot turned out well (and is over!). I read and savored every single sweet word sent this way... but putting my name in flashing lights and hoping for cheery facebook comments and instagram pats on the back is not really where my heart is at. My heart is in the story. So let's talk about the shoot and subsequent interview. Let's talk about how intimidating and nerve wracking it is to know a fancy photographer (Buff Strickland), stylist (Ann Lowe), and writer (Tolly Moseley) will be scrutinizing you and your home. I'm a one stop mom and pop shop, and when I post tours of my place I take the pictures and do the styling and tell the tales. It is HARD to give over control to other people when you are an OCD nightmare.

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Can you see it on my face? That is fear. That is the face of a cornered wild animal attempting to play it cool. IT'S NOT WORKING.

So the day of the shoot, Buff (aka photographer for House Beautiful and every other shelter mag on the planet) and Ann (stylist to stars like Tribeza and Camille Styles) show up at my doorstep with a boatload of equipment and gargantuan buckets of flowers. Holy panic attack, I am not a flowery flower kind of a girl. But look:

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bungalow buff strickland

I am a changed woman. The importance of a few well placed flowers can not be overstated. I am obsessed with those orange gladiolus.

For those of you wondering where the green chairs went, fear not -- they are safely stowed in the attic. They do not look as good with orange gladiolus.

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Buff and Ann were probably wondering why I sat watching them the entire time like some old lady who thinks whippersnapper rapscallions might knick the knacks from her shop, but I couldn't help myself. Beyond just feeling like a nervous weirdo, I was really interested to see what happens behind the scenes. And what happens is heavy furniture gets moved, flowers are constantly rearranged, and pillows are replaced from shot to shot:

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 Goodby peach and ikat pillows, hello leopard.

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Lamp cords are magicked away.

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For this shot Ann reimagined the playroom as a cocktail lounge, which is frankly fitting. Because at the end of a long hard day negotiating lego wars between two boys, a good old fashioned G&T goes down right smooth like. You can see the rest of the room in a tour I shot HERE... man now that I've seen Buff's stuff I should seriously fix my old dark pictures.

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Those of you who followed the One Room Challenge might remember my dinette makeover... and no the wall color here is not the result of fancy photo editing. Yes, I did repaint it AGAIN... five days before the shoot. And yes, Sanders chose the color.

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bungalow buff strickland

Not much has changed in Luke's nursery since I shot the last tour HERE. I really like Ann's styling -- it's effortless, and that ain't as easy as it looks. Oh I did buy a cute mobile from Furbish. You know I love me some hot air balloons...

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I lugged the chandelier from Ike's old room to our new house because it turns every room into a sweet fantasy land filled with sparkles and rainbow kisses. I need to shoot a full tour of this space because there are a lot of good nooks and crannies, if I do say so myself. I thought Buff did a super amazing awesome job here. This is a really really really hard room to shoot. Which is why I haven't shot it yet. And maybe never will...

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I do, on the other hand, plan to shoot a full tour of my bedroom makeover. Blood, sweat, and tears people. I wrung my hands over whether I could transform our old master bedroom into this during the two (!) weeks that elapsed between when Bungalow asked to shoot my house and the shoot date... But I'm so happy with the way it turned out and I want to show you the other side of the space where my fancy Jenny Andrews Anderson jellyfish painting reigns supreme. It's sick.

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I owe Buff and Ann a huge thank you for double shooting the naked lady pillow and gold pillow on every single setup... I just couldn't decide if naked lady was too risque. HA. Oh, also the quilt is too short and they had to cheat it from side to side in every shot. Let no one ever say that photographers and stylists don't work hard for their money, because they do. Also photographs lie, so don't ever beat yourself up for not looking like a magazine.

Honestly Buff and Ann are two of the nicest, most talented people imaginable. I can't think of two lovelier ladies with which to spend an afternoon biting my nails into the quick. And look -- I was so busy worrying for nothing. They did an AMAZING job.

Of course I would be remiss if I did not highlight the fabulous Tolly Moseley, editrix of one of Austin's oldest blogs Austin Eavesdropper, for writing a kind and insightful article to accompany the pictures. That girl is a gem. Adorable.

I hope you all have a chance to check out the magazine, and to look at some of the other features. Meredith Pardue's house is definitely worth the click over.

So there you have it. Thank you, Bungalow for inviting me into your network of talented people. It feels good to gush about someone else besides myself.

And thank you out there for continuing to read and comment on Design Crisis after all these years...

You guys helped make this happen for me, and I am eternally grateful.

Tears.

I'm Featured in Bungalow Magazine!

Big news, friends. My house is featured in Bungalow Magazine! Bungalow is a new Texas shelter mag and you can read all about me and my house HERE, including some secret redecorating I've been undertaking. I'm planning to do a full post next week all about the shoot and interview because it was a really interesting experience, but I am currently bouncing a cranky baby, making 800 client mockups, and managing my social media "empire" (ha). So for now please be satisfied with a few of my favorite shots. Then get yourself over to Bungalow and check it.

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erin williamson design

erin williamson design

Come back next Tuesday for the full scoop! You know you want to hear all about the seedy underbelly of magazine styling and photography.

Anything could happen.

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I guess it's obvious that my new year's resolution is not to be a better blogger. It's been so long since I last posted that it's hard to dust away the cobwebs and decide how best to condense the last couple of months... We need to get up to speed, people. Sorry if you've already seen this on my Instagram, but for everyone else it's recap time. In my last post long ago, way back in the Jurassic period when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I was more than a little chagrined at my art and decor garage stash. I have enough stuff to flood Ebay and Etsy and 1st Dibs, but somehow I can't stop buying things "for clients." Ahem.

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Hot on the heels of my hoarder post, I saw this gorgeous rug and I told myself not to buy it because I already have 500 rugs. I should have bought that rug. The time to buy vintage and antiques is when you see them.

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$300 richer than I might have been, we headed to ye olde Texarkana to visit with family and enjoy a Thanksgiving feast. Boys in ties make my mama heart melt. Three minutes later they were covered in chocolate pie.

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I spent a lot of time with Sanders picking colors so I could repaint my house AGAIN. Paint is like crack. I like to huff the low VOC fumes. I paint my house more often than I paint my nails (that's not saying much).

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Pretty much as soon as the paint dried, this happened. Look! Someone besides me is shooting my house... who can it be? Look for hot news and details very soon.

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Two days after the shoot, we flew to Hawaii where I got my annual pedicure. Then the boys proceeded to get very very sick and puke all over the plane on the way home.

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After that I got the flu and Ben had to wrap all the Christmas presents, which turned into an epic feat of measuring and crisp folding. My gift wrapping experiments always look like a rabid beaver got hold of them. It's hard to be married to an overachiever.

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And then something real bad happened -- worse than 103 fever and diarrhea flu, worse than puking children, worse than no sleep for weeks while redecorating the entire house, worse than my gift wrapping skills: Karly moved to Portland. There are no words for how sad and lonely this makes me feel. Without Karly Hand, this blog would not exist. Dammit, this is making me cry. No words.

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New Years eve. Fire. Enough said.

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Three days later we celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary, which is kind of silly since we're coming up on our 19th dateiversary. Sorry Ben, I had to pick the picture where I looked least annoyed to be photographed. You lose.

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And that brings us back to present day. I'm feeling more than a bit of nostalgia for the past year, but I'm also pretty excited for things to come. I have big news, lots of renovations coming up, client work to share, cute kid antics a plenty, and of course more insane hoarder shopping to inflict upon you. It's already a busy busy year for me, but I am resolved to slow it down at least a little. By the end of 2013 I felt like I was burning the candle at both ends, then I broke the candle in half to make more ends... it was too much.

I must remember to pace myself. It's a marathon, not a sprint.

But I do so love to haul ass, and I've never been one to jog casual like with my hands all floppy at the waist. I'm not the tortoise, but no one roots for the fist pumping, hot dogging hare.

I need some balance. 2014: Year of the Level.

Not exactly the most exciting, but there you have it. Hope you'll stick around to watch me fall off the wagon once or twice.

Cheers to a new year!