The wolf and I had an amazing weekend, we spent most of it outdoors either tramping over Caerphilly Mountain to the pub with my parents or wandering Cardiff's beautiful Bute Park with DC of I Knit, And Sew What? (thanks for a great day out!). The weather has been divine, in fact it's been a little too hot for the poor wolf who is still yet to lose the rest of his winter coat.
It's been a while since I've posted about the house and my plans. It's amazing how one single, very simple, item can completely change your decisions. I've had very clear ideas on how to decorate my home for some time now; wood furniture, pale colours, very shabby chic. And then something happened to change all that.
It's been a while since I've posted about the house and my plans. It's amazing how one single, very simple, item can completely change your decisions. I've had very clear ideas on how to decorate my home for some time now; wood furniture, pale colours, very shabby chic. And then something happened to change all that.
My parents came by a couple of weeks back, we spent the day removing woodchip wallpaper. My step-dad is 6'4" which comes in handy when you're a piddly 5'2" and terrified of ladders (especially ladders over stairs). Mum brought with her two sets of step-stools to help us, one of which belonged to her Mother.
I've talked about my Nana before, after I inherited her fur coat and jewellery. She was a formidable woman, not afraid of confrontation and more than capable of standing up for herself against anyone from gypsies to old school silverscreen actors. Looks-wise, I'm told I favour her and when I showed my Mum my new hair over Skype she seemed to get a little teary due to the resemblance. For me, owning something that used to belong to my Nana makes it all the more precious. I want to be just like her when I grow up.
I'd been admiring the step-stool all day, it worked better than my Ikea version in the kitchen and I liked the colours and simplicity (and the fact that with it I could easily reach the tops of my cupboards). She told me who it had belonged to and then asked if I'd like to keep it. Instantly, my mind was awash with ideas for how to tie it in with my decorating and I jumped at the chance.
Because of this old, battered stool I'm looking at adding some industrial chic touches to my house. I'll be looking at ways to celebrate the mining history of this house and village, maybe through the use of oil lamps. I love wood furniture, but what I'd now dearly like is some vintage industrial shelving for bookcases in the lounge (far, far out of my price range). I'm trying to come up with ways to incorporate more metal, more vintage and more colour in to my home through my decoration. All because of one little stool. Crazy, huh?
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Thank you again for the fantastic walk in the park yesterday. What a great week-end that was.
This stool looks really fab. Sometimes it's the smallest items of furniture which are the most inspiring. I'm sure you could find some industrial vintage type furniture around here, keep your eyes open!
Your Nana really sounds like she was a strong-minded and outstanding woman. Standing up against old-school silverscreens? You got me all curious now!!
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That is an lovely stool, and all the more so for having belonged to your grandmother! One thing I love about vintage items like this is marvelling at how the construction and workings of "everyday items" changes over the years. Whenever I see one of these stools get a surprise at how the step swingy thingy words, yet I doubt it would have been remarkable in the slightest to your Nana! I can't wait to see the other industrial touches you discover; it's an interior style I'm just crazy about.
penny for your thoughts ...
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