The look of country, is the feel of my mother's style. My mom loves dark earthy colors, I prefer light colors but we both dig things that are peeling and standing on their last leg. All junk is not junk. Some old things have just the right touch of rust, peel and patina… where other things don't. Some might say the trick is to know the difference between what is junk and what is cute junk. Or maybe the trick is knowing how to put it together. I grew up with a mom who knew how to make nothing special look cozy precious.
My mother is very practical, but not in her style of decorating… take her desk for example it is in a kitchen cupboard. The pencils are in a tin pitcher, the mail is in a loaf pan, stamps in the spice tin, and a pencil sharpner just for looks. Sitting on a dictionary is a French antique tin box (Goutee= snack pail) simply because it is just too cute to be put away.
I have been known to sell everything in my house and start over, I think my mother is to blame. Growing up I saw my mother wheeling and dealing, trade, sell, change and redo things in our home constantly: I daresay daily… My mom's idea of fun is to mix things up– her style is not dictated by what she sees in magazines, or at any shop. Take her bathroom window, just look at it… there isn't a curtain for privacy, instead hangs a cow bell or two. Why not?
Playfulness. Whimsy. Country style from a true blue country girl. It stacks up delightful and carefree. Though would you believe my mom is a neat freak? Dust and disorder have no room in her book of housekeeping. Let me tell you- even the bird's nest that she collects haven't a speck of dust in them!
Serving up country with no bones about it. In her plaid wallpaper dining room sunflowers from the garden brew up in the coffee pot. A wagon, yep you heard right, a wagon is used as a end table and pillows are made out of an old tablecloth. Nothing is for naught and everything can be a show girl once in awhile!
Country. Home. Heart. The coccon called home that my mother has created will surround her with grace, and one day she will be back to her routines that show joy to those of us who have been nutured by her creative force.
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