This Momma has not had a design job in about 3 years… so I swear, I would post other people’s homes if I could. (Not that I would not love to but I have put a bit more focus into motherhood and photography….) So for now, it’s me and the chickens, (and sometimes Gramma) moving furniture around, tapping nails and having fun.
Some fun leftovers from the sale helped… like my Chateau de Chenonceau sign…I could not believe it when it did not sell but secretly, I was happy… I can easily make one if someone wants one, but this one… it’s mine. It’s so in-your-face in an old farmhouse like ours…
We have nothing really grand. Most everything is trouvé... found. Some of it is Great Gramma’s like the rust red pitcher full of silverware or the hand stitched country quilt hanging over a Louis sofa… again… Parisienne Farmhouse… (“Pied -a- Terre to Maison des Pierres Chic” mixing Paris with the Farm… ) The dining room table is the only piece of new furniture we have and that is simply cause I did not have the patience to find “the perfect harvest table”.
Really liking the way things are coming together… when I bought those architectural prints torn for an old french book I knew I wanted to string them from a wire… but I actually surprised myself when I pulled it off. Who puts a sofa, let alone clothespins in a dining room?
The perfect place to sip your aperitif.