As you can see, I love stacking up pretty things such as china, old French books and silver here in the dining room. For some strange reason, walking into this room always gives me the feeling that this is how life is, stacks of small things, mismatched, piled up, waiting for something to happen.
Not that I don't like this look and the feeling it conveys.............actually I love it and don't want to change a thing right now. It's informal, crisp and clean despite the age of many pieces, and a lot of the items are very meaningful to me.
The small silver cups and silver capped bottles are from a fabulous brocante in Aix-en-Provence. Ruffle edged paperbacks from the little back street used bookshop in L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue. Three antique Doulton grey floral plates were an amazing gift from Susie of SuzAnna's Antiques. The handwritten menu from a tiny restaurant in Figueras, Spain, brings back memories of lunch with my family at the sidewalk table in the heat of a July day a few years ago.
Everything here does have a purpose of sorts. Sometimes I change things around, removing and adding.......some may be used daily, others occasionally, some are just to look at and remember a special day, place or person..........but they all seem perfect together and make me happy.
Remember, always live with what you love.
Taking a weekend break and trying to clean up a bit. Sitting here in an oasis, my little dining room. The chaos from sanding ceilings, fresh paint, white dust everywhere, and plain old dirt surrounds me......and we still have to face week two on Monday when inside should be finished and outside started......and wouldn't you know it, a carpenter is now needed too! Why do we do this to ourselves?