When I posted about the new bookshelves, I mentioned the print that is on the wall and how much we love it. Trudy, a faithful reader, asked me if I’d told the picture’s story. Well, I have, but it was a while ago, so I’ll share it with you again.
There it is.
Several years ago, I was at an auction with my friend Heidi. This particular auction took place once a month and it inevitably went on to the wee hours because the man who ran the auction was the slowest auctioneer I’ve ever seen. I spotted this print as it leaned against a wall on the far side of the room. I fell in love with the flowers (love flower paintings) but I really fell in love with the frame. The scalloped edges of the wooden frame were so charming and, to me, cottage-like.
There’s a thin line of green paint along the edge. (I am crazy for this frame.)
Anyway, I waited and waited for this framed beauty to come up for auction. Ten o’clock. Eleven o’clock. Midnight. Nothing. And then the auctioneer decided to call it a night.
Several of us shouted out about various items – what about this? what about that?
It was very late and everyone was very tired. When I mentioned the print, he said, “Is anyone else interested in it?” No one was.
I got it for $15.
A steal. The piece is large and very heavy and that frame is worth much, much more than $15. I briefly considered hanging it over the piano, but it looked much better in the den. So there it stays. When designing the placement of the bookshelves, it was always a given that the print would remain where it was. The stain on the frame also matches the stain on the little shelf in the den that holds some of my egg cups. Meant to be.
A little package from Australia arrived in the mail yesterday. I ordered four things for the dollhouse from my favorite Etsy seller Carrie Lavender. It’s funny, but while you’re waiting for a package of minis to arrive, you keep thinking of the items and where you’ll put them and they almost become real-sized in your imagination. Then the package actually arrives and it’s tiny. And the items are tiny. And you remember – oh yeah, this is for my dollhouse!
The past couple of days have been dark and dreary, so photos are tricky.
This lovely Aubusson pillow is a new addition to the living room. It’s in a shade of coral that is picked up in the rug.
Two editions of Jane Austen.
New French-inspired house numbers.
And, though I love everything, my favorite:
This “vintage” French shoe store sign. I’ve wanted it for about a year now and I finally got around to ordering it. Don’s first response? “I want one for our house!” (We love signs here at MHC. So, apparently, does Caroline.)
Thank you, Carrie!
I’ll be reviewing The Burning Room by Michael Connelly on Just Let Me Finish This Page today. Stop by!