I get really, really fussy about trying my hardest to use only vintage jewelry pieces in my handbag line. I make exceptions on belt buckles because the older ones tend to break and, only if I'm absolutely beyond a doubt stuck, on brooches. I think that when it comes to my house my decorating should be authentic. I want old pieces not just pieces that look old, right?
But the truth is that it is not practical in my life most of the time. I can't seem to make it work. I look for the authentic thing. I've bought a few little pieces that needed some fixing up, but I hate refinishing furniture. I mean I really hate it. It's messy. It's hard work. And my husband is sick of it too because it ends up his problem. I drag things home from the Alameda Point Antique Market, take it out of the car, and give up as soon as it hits the driveway.
Recently though, I have found a solution. I'm not sure why I hate to admit it, but I've become addicted to Ballard Designs. They have great things really. They have old world flair, get delivered pretty quickly and it's easy, easy easy to order.
This is my latest purchase. It's cute, huh? I was REALLY excited to get it. The space that it is in is a 90" wide nook that the builder put in. It was designed to have a built-in something, something. But of course, we declined to get that because we thought we'd find some fabulous, big old piece to put in there. But low and behold three years go by and we haven't found anything... at least not anything that reasonably fit in our budget. So when I found this oldish looking piece at 72" from Ballard, I had to get it.
I really like how it looks in my house. Is it cookie-cutter? Maybe. But there's no painting to be done, the drawers don't stink, there's no hunting and it's decently priced for what you get. Is it a crime to take the easy road sometimes? And why do I have guilt over this? I still want a big authentic old piece. I've been telling myself that this is a temporary solution. I say, "I'll move this into the dining room when I find it.".
When, do you think, am I going to admit to myself that I live in a track home in the suburbs?