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A Day of Display

Yesterday was a day of display where I took everything off two big shelving units, cleaned it, cleaned & polished some of the goods, then set about re-displaying all the things to make it look fresh. These days are heaven to me. I get into an almost zen like state. Hugely satisfying when all is said and done. My hope is it is always a visual feast for all.



A Quick Redisplay

The concept of redisplay is not all that much different in the shops as it is for all of us in our home. Whether it be a bookshelf or a tabletop, the same thought process I use when doing a display can be interchangeable.  In the above case, I did not want an entirely different look.  I was just looking to refresh what was already there, by adding some new items and taking away some of what was already there. This also allowed me to dust a bit, as I moved things around.  So when all was said and done, it was not only refreshed but it was cleaned–a two in one, in my mind.  It can take little to no time at all, but the results can freshen up parts of your home, always a delight as we move into a new year.  



Exposed Wood

20140315-081118.jpg I love a beautiful placemat or a sumptuous tablecloth, but what I most love is leaving a tabletop bare or exposed. The beauty of the wood grain and variation of color becomes part of the overall table setting. Not every table is set-up to be left exposed, but if yours is, it is fun to try it every once in awhile. Our 1863 French fruitwood dining table has been in our family almost since we met. The memories of meals and stories and amazing times spent at that table make me teary just typing this. So often, we leave it bare. The variations of tans & browns weaving about all the things placed on the table and the dinnerware a comfortable resting spot for the eyes. The table gets a good cleaning and waxing often, but you can just see the love and usage and wear from over the years. It is all part of a patina, and a story, that we love. Oh what tales that beloved table could tell…