Last Tuesday I shared with you how I love the concept of Simplicity and I wrote about finding simplicity unwrapped in the Kitchen. I will be joining Emily and others for Tuesday’s Unwrapped.
Today’s post centers around my little
French Country Dining Room. That has been a thorn in my side for a while. I had a dream. A dream of simple grace. My grandmothers wooden table with the muslin table cloth my mother made for it in the seventies (with blue fringe around the bottom) and cane chairs painted white. I would have a white large mirror (the one I found at Home Goods was gone when I went back) leaning against one wall and possibly a piece of white painted furniture for storage etc. The walls would be a shade of white and the ceiling would be painted Martha Stewart enamelware blue. My accessories would be a combo of French Country and shabby chic. It wasn’t all planned out because, of course, part of the journey of decorating is in the unknown – the part that happens over time.
Well, it happened. Over time. The chaos, the misdirected decor and the clutter. I wish I had taken a picture this morning. But, if I’m being totally honest, a part of me is glad (if you change the l and a around you get a totally different word. glad I caught that). I am glad that you didn’t have to see the mess that had become of my little dining room.
Oh, I do have the enamelware blue ceiling and walls that are bleached muslin. I do have the dining table with the fringe on the bottom table cloth. I do have the cane chairs painted white. Ok, so only two of them made it under the paint brush. But, we were on track. And then we moved out of our apartment (our other home) and had to squeeze a lot of stuff into one house. So, I had to add my dark bookshelves to the dining room and an extra chest of drawers and a bench. And the look was a little more eclectic and not the simple grace of French Country and Shabby Chic that I had intended.
Then, we sorted through an estate of a family friend and acquired more
junk lovely stuff. Then I helped my cousin go through some of my Aunt’s things and acquired a few family mementos. My dining room became hoarder central (and my kitchen counters too, if I am going to be completely honest). Seriously. So, today in addition to doing some basic cleaning, I decided it was time to get the chaos under control. I thought it was time we unwrapped simplicity in the dining room.
I found a home for everything (not all in the dining room), did some rearranging of accessories, pulled out a quilt of my grandmother’s to make a topper for the muslin table cloth and what I was left with was a little bit country and a little bit shabby (not so much French or Chic). But I did unwrap a lovely gift. A gift that was more than simplicity.
A gift that brought order, a gift that properly displayed memories. A gift that brought balance because now I can walk through the room without worrying that my friends and family are going to report me to the hoarder police.
I also learned that simple order is more important than a specific decorating style. I still have a dream, but in the meantime I am enjoying the simplicity of a gift unwrapped.
I will leave you with a few more pictures of my little shabby country dining room with it’s enamelware blue ceiling. (Keep in mind that these pictures were taken after dark by a non-professional photo taker.)
Unwrapping in grace,