I’m a bit late to the #aroundthetable party, but…well, you know what they say.
“Better late than never” also applies to my new dining room table. This DIY baby was built just in the nick of time for Thanksgiving Dinner 2014, but I’m still waiting for warmer weather so I can complete the final sanding and finishing steps outside.
The hoop back chairs are handmade gems from the 80s.
The old cupboard dates to the 1800s. We rescued it from the dusty corner of an Ohio barn and carried it, my husband and I, up two flights of stairs to our first apartment. Took us well over an hour to manage its massive weight and ungainly shape around the tight corners of the stairwell.
The triangles on the walls come straight from the fertile imagination of Mandi at Vintage Revivals.
And the daffodils are purely the glory of spring.
What to do when my vision for a simple gallery wall is threatened by an ugly thermostat? You might be surprised with my decision. I’m so happy with how it turned out!
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Since I’ve received feedback that the link I originally shared in this story does not work reliably, I have brought my original post over here to Home Love Stories…please enjoy!
^ Here‘s the view from just inside the front door. Ta daaa!
^ Brazenly, the thermostat has been located smack dab in the middle of the arrangement. This may sound like a counter-intuitive way to deal with ugly, but the thermostat seems to fade into the composition of white frames, and I don‘t notice it so much anymore. Yay!
^ The focal point of the arrangement is intended to be my four daughters‘ photos, but some simple, supporting-character pieces of art were needed to round out the grouping. I opted for quiet, gold-on-white pieces that reinforce the story of my girls. This four-by-four grid of dots reflects the offspring head count as well as my obsession with perfect squares.
^ A heart. Because love is always good.
^ A big numeral four and a scripty list of names – for the days when I forget – round out the collection.
^ And while I will be the first to admit that the grouping is simple and understated, I must confess that it‘s exactly what I was hoping for. I love this gallery wall for my girls!
In the deepest, darkest corner of my family room stands a white bookcase.
It‘s been there for years. Decades even. And the contents of the shelves have evolved over time.
Crawling babies routinely emptied rows of board books from the lower shelves.
Girl Scout handbooks, songbooks, and a sizable stash of field guides, camping tips, and craft books lived here for a time.
Let‘s not forget the astronomy books, dinosaur guides, atlases, maps, medical dictionaries and copies of the United States Constitution.
And a herd of photo albums documenting the glory days of my daughters‘ childhoods have held a long-standing place of honor.
I have a weird obsession with scraps.
When I‘m messing around with my art, I never know what little snip or snap might eventually come in handy. So I take the prudent course.
Every cast-off trimming is carefully protected and added to my you-never-know pile.
And while I continue to work on my main project, my eyes often wander back to that unassuming little heap, sifting through the odds and ends and imagining what they might become.
One set of my white bowls is in the dishwasher, but even three stacks out of four are enough to make my heart sing.
We all have days and weeks like this. Sometimes, months or even years.
When life throws curve balls on every pitch.
I spy with my little eye a tiny silver Christmas bauble.
It might be nice to be a straight arrow.
You know, the kind of person who tackles one challenge a time and sees each task through from beginning to end before moving on to the next.
But that is totally not me. I‘m a a bit more of a plate spinner; I usually find myself with a handful of ideas taking shape and multiple projects in motion, and I definitely enjoy the creative chaos of bouncing back and forth between them at my own whim.
My house is a perfect reflection of this nonlinear behavior. Just in the little corner of my kitchen captured above, my post-Christmas neutrals sit quietly in the background near a throng of vibrant Valentines and a burst of spring‘s yellow forsythia. In other rooms, paper snowflakes and wintry silver garlands still stream from the ceilings; a Happy New Year banner adorns my dining room wall, and a tiny silver tinsel tree glows from the corner.
This is no accident. Though specific seasons may come and go, each one of these small celebratory touches still speaks to me and I gladly embrace them. My home is a happy mash-up of different mid-winter moods that may not reflect perfection, but is a perfect representation of me.