I’m reading the book Five Love Languages right now (which is a really awesome book, by the way) and I just finished a chapter on the phenomenon of being “in love.” As I was reading it, I actually thought of how that same phenomenon happens in decorating. Or, at least, it happens to me. I make a change or buy a new piece and I get flutters and I walk in the room just to look at it. I want to show it off in my pictures and I feel so warm and fuzzy and happy about it. Then after a time reality sets in. Sometimes reality proves that it was a good move. Sometimes it reveals all of the things I didn’t notice when I was all googly-eyed over it. I see that it’s impractical, it’s wobbly, it doesn’t fit the style of my home, it needs more work than I thought, or, in the case of my most recent dining room table, it was the wrong color.
So, I found a local buyer for the pine farm table…
…and brought up the one from the basement.
This is the table that didn’t sell at Lucketts. When I was all tingly and giddy over my Aunt’s pine table, this one was sent to the basement to be a work table. With the pine table now sold, I brought it back upstairs to the dining room. Yes, you can, and probably should, pity my husband. He’s a real trooper with me on this sort of thing, though. Anyway, a funny thing happened. This table that had been right under my nose has recaptured my affection in a new way. Like it’s Fanny Price and I’m Edmund Bertram. (Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park reference there, for those who weren’t aware.)
In the picture above, the set wasn’t working, obviously. We had the greenish base, the burgundy chairs against the bamboo rug with the blue end chairs that were all wrong. It was all a bit of a mess and I think I was missing the potential in how perfect the table could be for this space.
I know the paint color on the base was so pretty, but it didn’t work for me, so I painted it in two coats of MMSMP Ironstone. (I still need to finish it.) I also had the chairs stripped, then stained and painted them. Now, it’s looking more like a cohesive, yet not matchy-matchy set.
The end chairs still aren’t right. I’m looking for something Gustavian or perhaps upholstered wing chairs that are petite in scale.
The table is the base of an antique potting bench married with a barn door. The top sort of does look like a door, so we might do some work to it or I may have my husband make a new top out of reclaimed wood. We’ll see.
The finish had one layer of Tung Oil on it that just soaked straight in, so it was looking a bit too rustic.
I applied a layer of Hemp Oil to hydrate it more and bring out the details of the wood.
I love old wood and how oil makes dings, dents and gouges look awesome.
And my new ironstone platter, plus the ironstone punch bowl with a boxwood topiary in it makes the perfect centerpiece. The white pops off the wood and ties in the white base and chairs.
Now the upholstered cream leather seats are looking a little out of place.
So, I’m going to make slipcovers for each one out of grain sack and some thinner hemp for the piping, a little ruffle and ties…
I feel like I’m hitting the nail on the head with this one, but time will tell…
Does anyone want to place any bets?
We’ll also be saying goodbye to an MMS staple – the tattoo bamboo mat. I still love it, but I’m going to trade it out for a seagrass rug, which will be more neutral and less yellow. I’m just ready for a change, which should be no surprise to anyone. And so it goes…