Seriously, I could browse an antique shop, tag sale or salvage yard for hours just pondering the many uses of things by their former owners as well as daydreaming about what I might put to use. I have a very eclectic and rather scattered idea of what I want my house to speak of my style. Which leaves me stranded with ideas spilling from my head while I try to sort and configure, pick and choose. I like to blend the ambience and craftsmanship of the good ol' days with the energy and creativity of today.
For now, I just keep piecing things together, snatching up some finds, acting on some ideas and letting some things slip away in regret. It's all part of the evolution of defining and refining my little pint of life. What I desire most for my home is simply that. To be a true home. A place my kids will always feel joy and a comfortable ease while dwelling in it and later, upon reflection, it will evoke a sweet hazy serenity, and of course, a lovely dose of nostalgia.
A handpainted tray from a tag sale complete with rust- no, no not rust..patina!
A dilapidated bench perfect for bedside once spruced.
A side table I refinished in white paint leaving some of the original varnish to shadow it.