I have been toying with the idea of turning my dining room into a library. Bringing in wood floors or tile. Floor to ceiling bookshelves in the cutout. An old wooden desk newly dressed in chalk paint. Overstuffed vintage chair in the corner window with the perfect reading lamp affixed to the wall. Well, maybe a little more than toying. I just can't seem to go farther than planning because I like what is in there now.
Hand sewn curtains with perfectly picked vintage buttons added.
It took me months to find the right size and color.
Wall plaques purchased from etsy in the misty shade of blue.
Domed glass angels bought at a favorite church garage sale.
These look like they were made for this room.
My favorite pictures in some of the sweetest frilly frames.
No other room could handle this much fuss.
Handed down pecan hutch from a great aunt filled just so
with painstakingly picked transfer ware and ironstone pieces.
I have been collecting piece by piece for years.
I can give you the story behind each piece.
When and where I found them.
Whose they were.
They are a timeless story.
I love to find and tell.
Found on two separate occasions and different locations.
These pieces are the most beautiful hue of mint green with a dainty silver rim.
The label on the bottom is just as sweet.
I know this seems gaudy but I love it. Porcelain detail and all. It holds my favorite dish pattern.
This one in particular goes by many names. The Sound of Music is the one I like the best.
Beautiful shades of bright blue forget me nots.
Makes me think again about where on earth I would put all this stuff.
This room is what we call the funeral room.
The room you only use during funerals.
A library could be used by the whole family.
I might just sit on this a while longer.