Weekend in Pennsylvania was fun. Visited with family here at my sister-in-law's beautiful home where the trees were changing rapidly, the leaves floating down in the sunshine.
When I started searching for a classical bust it was for here, the small table in the entryway. I painted the walls in hematite, the darkest gray before black, and hung the white chippy framed mirror. Because I couldn't hang a chandelier as in my inspiration image for this space, the little crystal candelabra from SuzAnna's Antiques was electrified and friend Sam gifted me with the perfect tiny shades ~ voila! glitter and glam French style.
Next time, Artemis' companion from the classic days of history, mythology, gods and relics. You didn't think I brought her home alone, did you?
Bet you remember my delight at locating this shop a couple of years back................the fabulous ScreenDoor in Asheville, North Carolina. Each time I head for the hills, those magnificent mountains making up the Blue Ridge and the Great Smokies, a stop (actually it was three this trip!) here for treasure hunting always tops my list.
There are some very nice people working here including Frances and Gail, two gals who are helpful and interesting to hang out with. They enjoyed looking at pics of how I decorate and immediately suggested books I'd enjoy, including A New Eighteenth Century Style: Rediscovering a French Decor. I was so impressed with Frances' own area at ScreenDoor - a huge building where dealers rent spaces - her eye and taste, exquisite, everything muted in neutral shades, the woods, metals, paper, glass, fabrics. I'll show some of her offerings later.
In my excitement at being back at the ScreenDoor, where I met Penny from The Comforts of Home and Lavender Hill Studio, such fun, and shopped for an hour or so during each visit, I forgot to get a pic of those real life ladies. Instead you get to see a few of the other lovelies around the shop.
In upcoming posts I'll share the treasures of Screendoor. I loved browsing through there with Penny.........she certainly understood my quirky cravings and shared the sighs when my eyes lit up at chipped paint finishes, French lighting, classic concrete busts, wire things with numbers, and anything with writing!
