I mentioned yesterday having mixed emotions about our piano. The truth is, I’ve grown to love it more and more lately, especially now that I have my favorite things sprawled all over it.
A few months back, I found this gorgeous floral print with the perfect blue to compliment the antique velvet footstool I found on a previous shopping trip. At first I tried displaying the print in my bedroom, but it didn’t feel right there. I tried in my my office, and didn’t like it there. I even removed the large print above our fireplace to try and display a collection of prints there, with this blue print taking center stage, but no luck. (The fireplace has this recessed space which is a pain to display things in without them feeling dwarfed or off center.) And then, I set it on the piano. The lid to the piano has a seam that acts as the perfect resting spot for a picture, and it instantly felt just right.
The flat ticking pillow I bought from one of my favorite Etsy sellers, Kim Ludy who runs two of the prettiest shops on Etsy, trampoline, and the black strap. I actually just sort of set the pillow there to get it out of the way one day, and felt it was a happy accident. It has resided there ever since.
The top of the piano still holds my pedestal plates and cloches, as it has for years now, but I swap out the objects on display from season to season. Right now it holds a few of my favorite ceramic pieces, and a few odds and ends that I thought paired well.
My antique lace bits are always making there way into my decor and product photos. They are just so girly and pretty on display, with those frilly edges and aged white and cream tones.
Most of my favorite pieces these days show their age, and even a bit of dirt. I don’t even clean them when I bring them home and put them on display. They have so much more character and charm when they show their battle wounds and display their history proudly.
I have no luck keeping house plants alive, so dried leaves and plants are finding their way into my favorite displays. The two in the photo above are from some indian corn and a green onion plant Josh’s mom grew in her garden. My love for these dried bits began by discovering a few pressed leaves in a book I purchased awhile back. It was a surprise to find them there between the pages, and they’ve made their way into dozens of my photos since revealing themselves to me.
With the exception of the lace in the chest photo, I took all of these today, so I am actually showing you an up to date view of the front room. It’s amazing, I know. I’m trying, really trying, to stop neglecting this blog, and post a bit more often than I have been. I can’t say I can keep up with this once a day routine for long (as I’m already running out of topics), but maybe, just maybe, I can manage to share with a little more consistency. :o)