The library / study / drawing room

I confess, it's a bit of a misnomer to call it a library, or to think that any studying or drawing happens here. Perhaps previous owners indulged in those pastimes. For me, it's really more of a let's-have-a-glass-of-wine-and-get-our-Bravo-TV-on kind of room. But, I digress.

Here's the library as it looked when we toured the house. Has potential, right? To me, that barrel vault ceiling just screamed, "brick me!" But, I also hear voices. 

Same view, after. I still want to add a custom cut seagrass rug and layer a real zebra skin rug over it. The wall color and drapes in the sunroom (where I'm standing) is really more of a caramel apple color. Not green. At all.

The room has wonderful original millwork and glass leaded cabinetry. It's hard to see from the original photograph above, but the area above the firebox slanted back to meet the top of the crown moulding. How was I supposed to get my daily dose of Andy Cohen? We had the moulding copied and created a house for that flatscreen. It still needs it's final coat of paint, though. Also, those shelves need to be styled. Seriously.

The original leaded glass windows look out onto our back patio, which didn't exist when we purchased the house. 

My favorite spot.

The fact that my wine glass looks less full here is just an optical illusion. Uh-huh.

That's me in the spotlight.

This is one of my favorite accessories. His eyes totally creep out my husband, who sees them as open. To me, they look closed. Some day I'll take a picture of him head on and we'll find out once and for all. Regardless, if my husband wants to join me in a Bravo/Real Housewives moment, he must do so with Mr. Stink Eye holding his beverage.

A closeup of the brick detail. It's faux. Real.

A little doorknob crush. Secret: they're not original. Sometimes newer is better, unless you're a Real Housewife. Then you're just fodder for my boy, Andy.