Well, here she is in all her glory. She’s spent time on the porch, at another house in another state, where I found her at a consignment shop and used her in the kitchen to hold pots and pans. And now she’s got a white paint job and is serving…coffee.
Some of you are probably saying: “But she already has a coffee station/bar in the kitchen.” And you’d be right. I certainly do. And now I have two. I already had the little Cuisinart coffee pot. It wanted to come out of hiding.
When you start moving and shifting things about, you often get left with a dilemma. A lone piece of furniture with no where to go. I wasn’t putting it outside, the round table under the window. Although that’s where it spent it’s first life.
You see, when I moved to Tyler in 2005, that table was a green outdoor table that was apparently so ugly they didn’t even bother to move it to their next destination. So I was left with it.
I of course painted it red. And brought it indoors for its second round.
Well, hi there, Charlie Ross. How is it you finally got in a photo that Abi didn’t?
So now you’re probably wondering, if you haven’t already deemed me a bit eccentric, am I doing with two tables in the dining room, another coffee station or hot chocolate bar if you wish, and a bunch of gardening books and magazines?
I’ve always said, make your space anything your heart desires it to be. Don’t follow rules. There are no rules. If your mother gave you rules about what to place in a room, throw that all out right now.
I remember when my girls were little, and there were various neighbors that had “formal living rooms.” You remember those. They had formal-type furniture and collected dust. Rarely used. What a waste, I remember thinking.
You are looking at my farmhouse-inspired, garden reading and planning, coffee drinking…bistro. I don’t have to go out among the noisy crowds with a sore ankle. I have my own right here. With things I truly love: books, coffee, and quiet.
You’re probably saying now: “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
Well, you have now.
What do gardeners do in winter? Avid gardeners. They drool over seed catalogs and plan garden spaces in notebooks. They scan their books and magazines, trying to decide next spring and summer’s landscape. So now I can just pour a cup of coffee and sit down and plan.
That is the bistro sign I found at Target for a whopping $1.78. I guess that kind of got me thinking along these lines. The buffet, or sideboard, whatever you choose to call it, will serve as a place for desserts. What’s coffee without something sweet on a cold afternoon?
I don’t have anything written on the chalkboard yet. Target didn’t have chalk.
The vegetable-inspired dessert plates came from the same consignment shop in Texas where I got the potting bench.
So what did I spend on this redecorated and renamed room?
I purchased a painting at a junk shop which is now the chalk board. It actually had a painting of Tulsa’s famous Swan Lake. But it had a lot of pastel tones, so I wouldn’t have used it anyway. And there were two, so it’s not as though someone who loves Swan Lake can’t go buy the other one.
It was $20, and on sale. I got it for $16. I bought a can of yellow-gold spray paint, which was under $4, and I already had the chalk board paint.
So that would be around $45. If you count the fittings for the mason jar lights.
I purchased this little lamp for $19.99. I looked and looked for a lamp shade to go on one I’d painted white, but came up empty. I already had every thing else.
I had a couple of paintings that are bistro-ish. Brought them from Texas. I didn’t get a photo of the one on the other side of the opening to the living room, but it’s the famous cat photo that matches this one.
There’s no electronic device in the world that I’d trade for my gardening books I’ve collected over time.
And if you happened to miss the post where I showed my new mason jar pendant lights, here they are again. That little project cost me less than $5. I just needed some plastic fittings.
I imagine eccentricity runs in my blood line. I’m not exactly the type to just connect the dots.
When you somehow end up with two tables and no place to put one, it doesn’t have to go to the curb. Just like the potting bench didn’t have to stay outside. Just like the round table, left behind when its owners moved, didn’t have to remain a cheap ugly outdoor table.
Now I’ve got some decoupaging to do in the office. It never stops. My mind just keeps on conceiving new ideas these day. Pretty soon I’ll run out of projects. I’m due for a dry spell.
If you’re ever around these parts, come in and join me in this oddly named and rather strangely created room. You can have any seat in the house.