Old Door = Love
I can not express my love for old doors (and windows). The feeling is just too enormous. This door was my sewing table. Now it is just adding a touch of beautiful to my living room. It all started with that sad little phone...it needed a table, the table needed a friend. My husband hated this table in our entry way but he LOVES it here. He's happy, I'm happy!
In case you are wondering, I have a new sewing table from another door and this time, I covered it with one large sheet of salvaged plexi-glass. My sewing room is now in the old nursery with beautiful periwinkle blue walls and clouds that look like they are floating by...you need pictures.
I have decided that I should no longer decorate in the fall, the oranges and yellows in a house with dark floors and not enough white doesn't suit my moods. I've found that I NEED calming colors, cool hues and clean whites. Now, if I can just get 3 little boys to help me keep it that way.
Also, I collect those beautiful blue jars, I think they are almost in every room of my house...I love them too!