This is how the dining room used to look, except for the party stuff.
In the 21 years that we've lived here, I've changed very little in my dining room, other than the carpets and window treatments. What can I say? I’m not a fan of change. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it is my motto. But I gave in somewhat and decided a little change would be good, emphasis on little. I stuck with the basics—wall color and fresh wallpaper on the accent wall.
But first, more before pictures.
My original plan was to do away with the wallpaper altogether, although it is making a comeback in the world of design. However, when my helpers (my sweet daughter and her sweet friend) peeled off the first layer, there was another underneath it, and yet another layer underneath that one. It was soon evident that it would be simpler to hang wallpaper than texture a wall for painting. Been there, done that. Not fun.
Funny how just changing the basics can turn into a week-and-a-half ordeal. I thought that wallpaper would never come off!
Things got ugly.
Chaos ruled. My head hurt.
But, at last, the wallpaper was down (thanks to The Man using his manly muscles), the wall was primed, and a fresh piece of wallpaper was hung. I'd forgotten how much fun wallpapering is not.
And now, without further ado ...
Welcome to my newly updated dining room! It looks much the same, yet very different. Come on in and look around. (Click on images if you prefer larger pics.)
I wasn't sure I would like the paint color (it’s called “Restful”), but I fell almost instantly in love. It is, indeed, restful and calming and has a vintage feel to it, which is a good thing since everything I own is vintage. And the wallpapered accent wall turned out better than expected. I like how it compliments the furniture and the paint color. It's also got a vintage vibe going on.
Everything here has a history, which only adds to the charm for me. I purchased this old pie safe years ago at a remnant store in McComb, Mississippi. It was painted a flat, milky white when I bought it and looked terrible. I stripped it down to the original finish, then brought it back to life. It's far from perfect, but so am I, which is why it works for me. The cabinet knobs are original, but the screens in the doors had to be replaced.
After the makeover, I decided to place it next to the window, and I'm liking it much better, so far.
I've had those old canisters up top since before I married, and used them in my kitchen until last Christmas, when The Man bought me a new set of my choice.
This dessert cart was purchased many moons ago at a local antique shop.
The crocheted pieces seen in this room were all made by my mother; we call her the Queen of Crochet. Her work is exceptional. This is the only room I use them in and I change them out occasionally for runners.
My mother-in-law gave me this wonderful set of silver, packed neatly in a velvet-lined case, but I love how it looks displayed in an old sugar bowl. I use it often and it’s much handier this way.
I have a thing for rusty buckets. Not sure why, but they’ve always appealed to my rough side, I guess you could say. I have several in and around my home, and they make wonderful containers. This is the corner where the pie safe used to sit. Now it holds a vintage lamp, topped with family photos, and a rusty bucket filled with fresh eucalyptus.
We’ve been in our home since 1989, but the house was built in 1972. The mirror seen here was original to the house and was in one of the bathrooms. The original sticker is on the back, along with the date, 1972. While it isn’t my style, I just couldn’t part with it. It will hang here until something better comes along.
The piece of needlework hanging beside it has very special meaning for me. It was the first needlework kit that my mother gave me in 1973, while I was a patient at M. D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this tour of my little dining room.
I'm good for the next 21 years or so.
On Thursday, I’m stepping out in faith and hosting my first blog party. Yikes!
The theme is “Simple Pleasures.” I hope you’ll join me.