When I was a little girl playing among attic treasures (except that they were in a garage), I found a beautiful cover that had been on my mother's kidney shaped dressing table but no longer worked with her bedroom decor. It had pale pinks in it, if I remember correctly. I wish I knew what happened to that cover.
Mom eventually abandoned the kidney shaped dressing table in favor of a newer set up, and it, too, moved to the area of old treasures. Eventually, it ended up in their attic and remained their until long after she died. One year, I enjoyed "shopping" in my father's attic, which by then contained not only things he no longer used, but several items from his late sister -- who had been a good ten years older than my father. He was delighted to have someone use these items, especially since it freed up his space.
My mother had classic tastes. She would never, ever have described herself as glamorous, but she was very beautiful and she had that kind of classic, all-American glamor that I associate with women who came of age in the 40's. That fit very nicely with my Dad's classic tastes.
My paternal aunt and I, on the other hand, share some random frou-frou, rococo gene. Her frilly tastes were always neatly presented. I lean towards SHABBY chic, despite my best efforts to do away with the shabby and leave the chic. I often spot things I think are pretty for the home and say to myself, "Here's a new direction for you to go in." Inevitably, the item or look I have just seen will be labeled French provincial, even though I don't always see the French connection at first.
During my year of shopping in my dad's attic, I snatched up my mother's dressing table and sewed up a cover out of a yellow sheet, some yellow gingham, and some lace trim. I didn't attach it correctly to the swing arm, so I eventually wore out the swing arm. The cover is ratty after 11 or so years of use, as well.
I've ordered a new dressing table and hope to create a new little sanctuary in the corner of our master bedroom. This time, I have chosen something decidedly English -- note the spindle legs versus curved legs. It's still just a touch frou-frou, though, and I intended on frou-frouing it up. :) Here's a picture of the table:
What do you think?
Do you have any suggestions for how I might decorate my new space? I'd love to hear from you, my lovely readers.