I am about to venture forth into the last 9 weeks of my teaching experience. This also means I’m about to pack up and move from the place I have made my home for the last two years. While I’m really looking forward to my new adventure, wherever that may be, I’ve grown attached to the shabby little nest I’ve created here in Alabama. Two years is the longest I’ve lived in one place since I graduated from high school, and when I moved into our home in the Deep South, I made myself a promise. I vowed I would not acquire or keep any furniture/stuff in my nest that I did not love.
I have maintained that promise, for the most part. Every month or so I scour my room for junk, particularly things I either do not have an emotional attachment to or do not find aesthetically pleasing.As a result, while my interior decorating is certainly not worth celebrating for universal appeal, I love it because it’s an eclectic hodgepodge of findings that are specific to me.
I found a stack of doors in the shed behind our house. They were taken out when the owners had remodeled the house years ago. I estimate the doors are as old as the home, which is close to 100 years old. The child’s suitcase was given to me by my grandparents when I was 6 and is hand-painted. I still use it and love the splash of color it adds to the room. As you can see, I am knitting a sock, but the project is on hiatus, because I’m nearly to the heel, and I’m absolutely terrified of knitting heels. They’re super complicated. (Side note- I did pick SOME of the flowers in that bouquet from our garden)
My dear friend Allison painted the above from a picture I took of my dad on the ranch several years ago. It’s precious to me, but I have yet to find a frame for it, so it sits on my friend Virginia’s easel. My mother found the bookcase at a thrift shop for a few dollars, and I had initially planned on painting over it, but the yellow has grown on me over time. The cat on the shelf was also a fifty cent antique shop find, and it was initially painted a terrifying grey with eyes that implied the viewer’s death was imminent, so I soaked it in some vinegar and peeled off the paint. I like to think it now resembles a much more expensive porcelain animal one could perhaps find at Anthropologie.
I adore this keyboard, but I think I’m even more proud of the chair. 5 dollars at the flea market down the street. It was old and the finish had worn off, but it was very sturdy. I sanded it down and slapped on one quick coat of sky blue paint. The computer next to it is sitting on top of a once hideous ottoman that I found next to a dumpster. I ripped the old cushions off, sanded it down, and now use it as a side table.
My mother found this teacup at a flea market in Oklahoma for a couple of dollars. I display all of my costume jewelry in teacups around my room. I stole the idea from on of Rachel Ashwell’s “Shabby Chic” books.
The mirror was another antique shop find of my mother’s.
“Love” -Art by Rudo Bleeker (see his work at http://ink361.com/app/users/20803807/photos)
This table is made from yet another door I found in the backyard shed. I spent about 20 minutes sanding it and then painted it sky blue. Some friends very generously donated the homemade sawhorses, so I can’t complain that the table is completely lopsided, though my friends frequently note its unevenness when we attempt to play…ahem…games involving copious amounts of liquid on the table. As you can see, it’s covered in dirt currently, but it gets a lot of use during the summer months.