Remember? Remember the guest room project? I won't be hurt if you don't. Starting in March, we set in motion the process of redecorating our guestroom. So, "set in motion" doesn't necessarily convey "motion of a herd of turtles." We got busy with other stuff, what can I say. Rather than make you look back at the old blog post, I'll repost some of the pictures here. This room was the former owner's teenage son's room, then it was Elaine's room when she was a baby. Suffice it to say, it got a lot of wear and tear. It was dark brown and green and overcrowded with furniture and general clutter.
Now. After intermittent months of planning (by me) and actual work (by Darren and my dad)....
(We'll open the door all together now)
Behold! Our Wedgwood room!
Look how light and airy! No wallpaper! No excess mismatching furniture! No need for lights in the middle of a sunny day! Toile!
For this new room, I had to get a copy of one of my favorite paintings in the whole world, "On the Terrace" by Pierre-Auguste Renoir. The original normally resides at the Art Institute of Chicago, and I've loved it ever since I was a little girl. When Elaine saw it she said, "Dat liddle girl is ME, Mom!" I asked, "Oh, and is the lady with her me?" "No," she answered (a little scornfully). "Dat's Mary Poppins."
You can't see it that well, but on the bookshelf reside classic mysteries, the Miss Read books (Thrush Green series), and some Alexander McCall Smith books--along with blue and white teacups.
We still have a few more things to hang on the walls. A friend gave me some cards with beautiful etchings and quotes from Jane Austen's novels and diaries, which I put in silver frames. Then we have a number of Jasperware plates to hang as well, especially since they're the inspiration for the room.
But I figure we have a good six more months to get that done, right?