I am not sure how this space in my home came to be. It seems that it has been an addition of little pieces ~ sometimes big and sometimes so very tiny! But seeing the evolvement over time, is what has been so rewarding.
The table came from a local consignment shop when we first moved in to our home. My gorgeous and very expensive table from a high end retailer was just too large to fit in my nook. So I set out to find the perfect table. I wasn’t in love with this table at first…but the measurements and eclectic chairs fit what I needed. Over time, this table that hosted numerous dents and paint splatters from the previous owner made it’s way into my heart ~ mostly because of the worry I never had when my own children placed their own character flaws into the table. They were able to paint and pound projects without giving me the anxiety of ruining a new piece of furniture.
The hutch I’ve held onto since I was a single mom in the early ninety’s. It is a piece I put on layaway for months before I could finally bring it home. I haven’t been able to part with it because of my own sentimental history with it. I recently painted the natural wood to white and am enjoying it like it’s a brand new piece in my home.
Under the hutch sits a very vintage Tillamook cheese crate. I love the patina that this piece has and what it brings to the room.
The collection of possessions the hutch holds is special to me as well ~ carefully thought out displayed pieces.
Right now, it holds a reflection of what I think is beautiful ‘right now’. It’s the countless hours I’ve spent of hunting for the White Ironstone pitchers. The thrill I felt of finding a vintage Bluebird print from the talented Zula Kenyon. Along with few treasured additions that are from my own grandparents or flea market finds.
The sign “Cottage” that sits above the hutch and the two wooden shutters that stand beside it, are a significant part of my own journey. These pieces I found myself confident enough to create because of special friends that have shared and taught me their talents of “how to”. Amazing women that have encouraged me to create ‘my own kind of beautiful’ instead of just go out and purchase it.
Because I love gardening, I can’t help but bring a little of the outside in when it comes to what I love to surround myself with. Using an old watering can adorned with last years hydrangeas is a perfect accessory! The little boxwood wreaths and flowers on the table in some old ‘found’ jars are sweet reminders of what is just outside my French doors.
The chandelier is a recent addition to this space as well. The beauty it brings to this room is so beautiful to me.
I love the mixing of collected treasures regardless of old or new and where it came from – it seems that if I love it, I can find a place for it. xoxo, tracie