Overseas State Department people frequently complain about our living spaces. I mean, this 1980's apartment oak trim and gas-station-bathroom-style kitchen counters scream: I'd be a perfect set for a John Houston movie! And I get how hard it must be to please so many people, so I understand the standard Drexell furniture, but don't even bring up the light fixtures. I want to write to Oprah and ask that amazing decorator "What kind of miracles can you work with govenment issue?"
My asthebeetgoeson blogger friend Amanda recently posted some pictures of the interior of St. Basil's Cathedral, with the note, "This is in case I ever want to paint my dining room." And my brian went booooiiiinnnnggg.
Why paint when I can just photoshop?
The exterior of St Basil's is such an icon,it's easy to forget it has an interior, which is just as OMG as the exterior. St. Basil's was built in the 1500s, but these interiors were done in the 1700s. I guess OMG is the whole point.
Dining room before.
And, voila. Amanda is really onto something. I have to do this. Where do you buy paint in this country? (Click for bigger pictures if you want.)
Camille and Stefan recently swapped rooms. I don't think painting Stefan's room like the interior of a church would really go with piles of toys and kapla airports. But maybe our room?
From our room you can see the Russian white house and watch the ice skaters across the street. You can also hear the music played at the rink until about ten o clock every night.
My new Russian alphabet pillow Peter got me at Ismilova. T is for telephone, L is for fox, K is for whale, C is for elephant.
How can this be improved besides removing that horrible phone and shopping somewhere besides Ikea?
It's clear, our bedroom needs to be painted like the interior of a world heritage site. I never knew.
I need this light fixture too.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 