Tags: Interior

• ~What Did The Postman Bring~

  Ding Dong…Ding Dong…
  The Postman Rang Twice…
  Shall we open the box together…?
  Oh goodness..Wisteria.

  Let’s!

• ~There Once Was A Sofa~

  There once was a sofa…a sweetheart of a gal, who loved denim. Her favorite skirt was denim too…with a bit of tassel and fluff. Can you catch a peek?
  (Plain to see she is a cottage farm gal, what high society folk call~unpretentious.

• ~A Wee Bit of Fabric~

  I am not really sure that you can put a specific design name to The Painted Nest. Our cottage doesn’t fall into one style category, for it reflects not only our farm life…but our outside interests. (click pics to enlarge~if you dare!)

  Items we have gathered on our travels here and abroad…fill our home…as well as wondrous treasures passed from generation to generation. And there are handmade treasures that tell secret stories.

• ~I Dream~

  I dream…yes, I dream of sounds; fish splashing, birds chirping, darting to and fro…I dream of the lake…the sound of our boat churning…the grandchildren’s laughter as they swim…All those lovely sounds.
  Then, I dream of scents. The lush aromas of lovely gardens that have my mark…of raw wood that has aged for decades

• ~ Boudoir’s Cry For Help~

  Once upon a time, (well, not so very long ago), a lovely hotel, cried out for help.
  They had an excellent staff…the cuisine was impeccable…their amenities were unsurpassed. All this was being offered to the public for a fantastic price.  And yet, they obviously needed something for their bookings had begun to fade.
  It was quite clear, from this designer’s viewpoint, the rooms (while wonderfully maintained) were dated and not in a good way.
  The traditional qualities of the suites, the lobby and the dining room, [...]

• ~The Cottage Awaits Spring~

  Here I sit. Out my cottage window is a winter wonderland of sorts…icy drapes, snuggle my evergreens.  Here I sit. I long for warmth on my face…I long to walk in my beloved woods.

• ~It Is Official~

  After five years of dating, my youngest son has asked for the hand of his love! What a wonderful dinner party we had. As a celebration, he cooked for everyone (for those of you who know this Muse, he get’s that from his dad!)