Today, we remade the bed on the sleeping porch bed. My toy poodle likes to jump up and lay here, but he is completely untrustworthy... My daughter likes to read here, and snack here.
Anya likes to be in photos. I decided to place the afghan that my mother made back on the daybed, because I love it. The lemonade in the blue glass is safe, but I put strawberries here, not thinking about the mess. But in all honesty, when I started remaking the bed, I found sour candy rabbits from See's and sugar under the covers.
Every month I visit a trunk sale or a flea market sort of show. It's interesting, and it's a big deal around here, and it is super crowded. Except for an occasional item that it is truly beautiful, but usually bigger than my home, it is just a little too western or too shabby for my taste.
So why do I go there? I visit to purchase Jeanne d' Arc's magazine. But I have to put on blinders, because I love pillows. Someone makes the prettiest shabby handmade pillows that I've seen in our area from vintage (or looks like vintage) fabric, and once a month I am tempted. (I have to say prettiest shabby, because someone else's design shop carries the prettiest handmade, most elegant pillows I've ever seen, but they are way beyond what I would spend.) The two narrow rectangular pillows came from this flea market's March and April's shows. Now if I knew who made them, I would list her/his shop, but it doesn't say anything meaningful on the tag, because I've looked it up online. I say his or her, because the gorgeous pillows at the design shop are made by a male.
I don't like the number, so I am going to cover it by pinning a fabric blossom to it.
In the middle of the room is our study table, and the handmade, natural linen seat covers are from
Ticking and Toile. I went with natural and I am completely happy. I know white can be washed, but the littlest thing can bother me, and I'd wash them so many times. I love this color because one can put their feet on the chairs and has not shown yet. Perfect shade. Everyone is happy.
And when we were done, my daughter reminisced about the way the sleeping porch looked when we first got it: six inches of crud. There probably was, but this shot is a cleaned up version with five missing windows, rotted stuff and boards pulled out of and off the walls, and a door.
I've sort of left my chalkboard alone for a couple of months, because I have really enjoyed seeing this from the front door. It's a little house so one can see from the front door to the porch doors out to the garden.
Update: The number on the pillow stays, because my daughter loves it, and there were many votes here to keep it.
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