a table here, a table there…

sidetable

This gem was ‘given’ to me by the florist shop where I have been learning floral design.  They were using it to store tissue paper on and had been using two ply wood boards to prop up the table panels.  At least once or twice a day, I accidentally kick over the board and the ensuing thunderous near-deafening noise was driving me to the brink of insanity.

I guess at some point I had mentioned I like to refinish antiques (which sounds ridiculous coming from me, but trust me, is more ridiculous to watch) and I guess saw me as a dumping grounds for this table that’s seen better days.

By the looks of it those days were roughly 70 years ago.

refinished side table

But I sometimes appreciate a challenge (key word in that sentence is sometimes).

So I gave my newly acquired table a little attention.  Attention in the form of me sweating and swearing in the blazing Louisiana heat.

Someone once told me, ‘in Louisiana, if you’re not sweating, you’re dead.’  And I find that sentiment to be extremely accurate.

refinished sidetable 2So I removed the panels (I’m not a miracle worker) then sanded and stained.

On another note though, staining sucks.

brass and crystal
And on another note, I hope my mother isn’t reading this because I stole these pieces from her house when I was in-town two weeks ago.  She had stored them in the bathroom cabinet because my little nieces had visited and I guess children can’t be around nice things.

So their loss is my gain because my new side table looks great.

I need to go visit again.  See what else I can sneak out of there with.

Free shopping!

 

 

 

 

under the stairs…

Recently we were the recipient of a set of gorgeous antique dupioni silk covered chairs previously belonging to the Boyfriend’s late grandmother.

antique chairs

I was hesitant adding antiques to our very contemporary house, but as they say ‘only dead fish go with the flow,’ so I decided to be adventurous and throw them into the mix.

And seeing as this weekend we’re moving all our furniture in from storage (IcantwaitIcantwaitIcantwait) and I wanted to have a good spot for these oldies before they were lost in the mayhem.

book nook2

I love to read, but not so much while The Boyfriend is watching every TV show ever created on Netflix so I invented a nook style reading space under our stairs.

I’ve always wondered what to do with this little area.

The previous owners had a gorgeous baby grand piano under there and it was a perfect fit.  Apparently they weren’t willing to leave it behind, and seeing as we aren’t terribly cultured we don’t own one.

Thank God they left us all their books.  I remember when we were moving in wondering what in the hell we were going to do with Encyclopedia Brittanicas dated 1969-1984 but yesterday I figured it out.  Put them under the stairs.

book nookLastly, added some little antique finishes along with my modern carara hairpin table.  Now I have a TV-free reading area.

I told The Boyfriend’s mom how much I love them, so now were are receiving two more matching orange love seats.  I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this but orange is actually my least favorite color.

So those will be getting recovered.  A little orange goes a long way.

 

 

my day off…

IMG_1540This is my day in a nutshell.  Coffee and catching up on interior design magazines.

And the yellow asiatic lilies are from my garden. Apparently I’ve picked up a new hobby and I’m into gardening now (who would have ever thought).

Why can’t my hobbies can’t be finance or hedge funds?  I’m only vaguely aware of what a hedge fund is (and if I were having a glass of wine with you and not writing this on a public forum that is the internet, I would honestly inform you I actually have no idea what that is).

I don’t know, hedge funds?  Sounds like it might have something to do with gardening.  Maybe I will like it.

 

Wildflower Details…

Not that I think The Boyfriend is going to love the addition but I have to have these for our spare bedroom.  I have been wanting to do something with the room ever since we have remodeled (which is finally almost finished).   All of our spare furniture has gone in the second bedroom.  Along with a bike.  And a spare TV.  Oh, and two console tables…sadly I could go on.

I need new linens for the bed that the dog has decided was his.  I found these at the shop Rosy Blu Handmade.  Adorable hand crafted pieces.

Maybe this will be my next project.  Spare bedroom, here I come.  Maybe I’ll paint…