Changing A Seating Area On A Lazy Afternoon

Last Friday was a slow boring day.

I had been toying with the idea of painting an accent wall 

in my kitchen's seating area.   So that early afternoon, 

I headed out to my local hardware store to pick up 

a quart of paint to amuse myself.

The color that I decided to try was a blue/grey shade

that seemed so French to me.  I had bought 6

panels of lace at IKEA the previous weekend

and I wanted to use them somewhere in the house.

I know you are supposed to have a plan but I knew in my heart,

I would find a great place to hang the curtains.

And,  I thought the lace would be so pretty with 

the summer sun coming from the terrace.

The wall was not large which made it a fun job

and a quick redo.... two hours from beginning to end

including the hanging of the lace panels.

I love lace curtains.  

And having the large umbrella outside on my

terrace keeps the sitting area nice and cool

and gives us lots of privacy.

I went down to the basement and brought up this large

yard sale painting.  It is a view of Nice's beautiful beach

and it is the exact view that I enjoyed with my son  

from our hotel when

we spent 3 weeks in this lovely Mediterranean city.

It is an oil painting about 5 feet long with a pretty

ornate white frame and it only cost me $25.00.

The painting made me feel like I was back in that

beautiful old hotel in Nice.

In the Fall of last year,

I added hot pink saris to warm up the kitchen for winter.

Last Spring, I removed the slipcover off the chair
to reveal my turquoise upholstery.  I slipcover most
of my chairs and sofas just so that I can have a
most needed change whenever I want.

Rugs go from room to room depending on
what colors I want to live with at that moment.
I love changing my spaces and colors around
in my house.  It makes my home feel new again.
My friends think I should put wheels on the legs
of all my furniture to facilitate a faster change.

Thinking about that....

The only thing that doesn't change in my home
is my pretty little cat, Jo.
She's 21 years old and she too came from a
yard sale so to speak.  She was the last of a litter
from a house along a country road.  We thought she
was a Joe, but after a trip to the vet, we had to
feminize her name.  Jo is the sweetest little
calico cat and I hope she lives forever.