So there was a piece of furniture
even "the man" would not repair.
I mean Denny will take anything on.
Well, I did the undo able.
I did what others would not.
Yes, yes, no before picture...dang it!
Awful bubbled blackish finish...
drawer lined with velvet
but I thought it was mold,
door busted in two,
veneer in such ill repair...
you get the idea.
I love it so much
I will not let it go.
It is mine, all mine.
My peers doubted me (ahem...Lindsay)
In this business furniture comes and goes...
I trade in and out but I think this is a keeper.
Repaired, filled and fussed...
Original hardware and key holes too...
bowed front, curvy curves and
I just love anything on wheels!
Still ruddy and chippy just how I like it!
I added some things I adore...
Ironware and a cloche with a Fran original
Shutter to die for...ooooo the patina!
Silk rouched shades and crystals dangling
(Oh and my gausey ruffled 106"panels...
made by me sorta, well, the ruffle part!)
So this little place in my dining room feels dreamy...
creams with touches of blues and greens...
items made by friends dear
and history galore
( I wish I knew its story)
So I will start its story here,
a new home full of appreciation
I am a visual sole..
This makes mine sing...swoon.
What makes you swoon?