I can’t believe how premature/naive I think it is for AT to recommend that people pick their paint color, just like that, without having gone out and bought new furniture or at least obtained swatches for comparison. I guess I’m a bit of a snob about this process after reading Maria Killam’s book, and also after seeing so many pals of mine throw paint up and later be annoyed by how it reads a totally different color at that large scale. Even professional designers do this! So I will be doing the paint part later, after getting at least swatches if not actually making purchases like sofas/rug/drapes, though I’ll still blog about my paint process at that point.
Style Cure Day 8 is also all about a “pairing,” which I just don’t get. I guess my project is bigger than this, and I find this task kind of vague and half-assed or poorly explained. Perhaps it just isn’t relevant to my space, or perhaps it just feels that way because I’ve already done most of the work/research, and am just waiting for quotes and the physical wellness to go out and act! So instead of thinking about a pairing, I’m going to show you some pictures of the cool bizarre antiques I’ve been unpacking.
My uncle recently passed away, and after his death my cousin shipped seven enormous boxes of family antiques from his estate, at my dad’s request. The boxes also included tons of stuff from his wife, my paternal grandmother who died when I was just five. I had to have my dad over to help me unpack the stuff, because I’m not supposed to be lifting heavy stuff/moving around a lot while I’m in recovery from LameTown. But it’s actually been nice to see him ooh and aah over stuff from his childhood! He’s 80 now, so this is some cool Old South Carolina stuff. I don’t yet know what Dad will keep and what I’ll hang on to, but we’ll see. Behold my favorite few items:
We still have two whole enormous boxes to unload, and by we I mean he since I pretty much sit there on the couch and watch and maybe help with gathering up packing paper that’s in reach. Oh well; I’m getting better at demanding and then accepting help instead of doing physical stuff myself, haha. At this rate I’ll be completely insufferable by the time I’m well enough to bounce around again on my own. Stay tuned!