"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Robert Herrick

"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Robert Herrick

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Showing posts with label caned furniture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label caned furniture. Show all posts

Friday, February 26, 2016

Bigger Than A Breadbox


Found this caned bench for the foot of my bed to put pillows on.  It was at the antique mall where I have a booth.  I have to quit finding stuff there or I'll not make any money.  It had a red polka dot fabric on it and I hoped the caning under the seat was in good condition, but it wasn't.

I went to a fabric store.  Haven't been to one in decades so I was shocked at how much there was to choose from.  Overwhelmed.  After searching through thousands of bolts, I found this map fabric and the fabric I used on my new caned chairs.  Don't have a clue why the map fabric spoke to me.  I cut the fabric wrong and barely had enough to staple around the bottom.

By the way, I found an old majoilica plate at the mall for $10.00.  I couldn't turn that down.


It will sit here until I bring all the chintz and majolica to the city.  I want to stick with my new mantra, nothing bigger than a breadbox.  I really do.


Thursday, February 4, 2016

To Be Or Not To Be


Sometimes, things come and go, as in my beautiful bed I ordered from Anthropologie.  They sent a gray bed; I ordered an ivory one.  It is still beautiful, but for the cost of an arm and a leg I think I should get what I ordered.  That, and it gave me the excuse to get my money back.  Just too much to spend on a bed I've decided.

See, I'm not the kind to return things: I usually keep it instead of going through the hassle of a return. Not this bed though.  First, wrong color, second, it is slatted and can only use the top mattress.  The use of a bottom box springs leaves the headboard nearly covered up when the pillows are added and I still need new pillows.  At the footboard end, the bed sticks up too high if both mattress and box springs are used. The delivery man said, Señora, you need a bungbid.  A what, I asked.  A bunyaup he said.  It went on and I finally gave up trying to figure out what he was saying.


It was beautiful though.


 I found these two night tables at a decorator's assignment store and just loved them.


With a drawer and a cabinet on spindle legs, it had glass inserts atop old velvet where I could put an old Rolling Stones concert stub and antique postcards.  Just love these night stands.


I still have not put hardly anything up on the walls.  Vexing.  I think the strangest thing about moving to a new house, is how most of the stuff you have doesn't work anymore. This large old trumeau mirror that I've had for a long time just doesn't fit anywhere in the new house.  The picture at the top is chickens scratching around in barn hay.


This large dressing mirror, though it matches the bedroom perfectly, doesn't fit, literally.  It sticks out about a foot from the wall because of its legs/footing.  With one wall all windows, there isn't room for such a large piece. As I said, vexing. 

Nevertheless, the bed went back and after the initial angst, I don't regret the decision.