Can you believe that when our ranch house was built in 1977, they installed hardwoods and then carpet right on top? My contractor hubby Steve says that was common back then. We found out about the hardwood ages ago after I chose and paid for new carpet. When the installers arrived and started pulling up the old carpeting – voila! There it was. Darn it. Flash forward and it’s time for a new flooring option. So we decided to pull it all up and I am sharing how to remove carpet on top of hardwood floors in four steps.Continue reading
SO, WHAT EXACTLY IS OUR HOME’S STYLE?
I call our 1977 brick ranch “rustic elegant.” Leading into the front door is a lovely courtyard full of plants and an Italian pottery water fountain that are our home’s defining features. Inside, find painted and unfinished wood furniture, ethnic textiles, one-of-a-kind accessories, local pottery, crusty columns, old doors, and whatever I discover as life goes on. I am excited to show you how you can shop my favorite rustic home decor sources.Continue reading
This gorgeous old green cabinet gets more comments than anything I ever post on social media. I bought it at a local antique store when my precious Mom was quite sick, and I knew I would need a special place to store some of her treasures. The antique shop owner told me that the cabinet was made in about 1900, and the coin I found in a drawer is Romanian. To me its original Eastern European finish is a perfect example to show how to distress realistically when painting furniture.Continue reading
My sweet Dad was stationed in the Air Force in Texas during World War 2. Now, he is in heaven playing a round of golf wearing his plaid pants and paisley shirt. For as long as I can remember he had this ammunition box, which hubby Steve says is from the Korean War based on the markings. I have no idea where Dad got it. See the Wikipedia description below.
When we moved from Massachusetts to North Carolina, Dad’s box hung in his little workshop, stuffed with tools and gizmos.
Flash forward to 2021, 30 years after Dad passed away. Purging all kinds of stuff from the attic recently, I uncovered the ammo box. Finding it was like a jolt of sweet goodness for me. I could swear it smelled like Dad’s pipe and aftershave.Continue reading
Last Saturday was a gorgeous, crisp fall day, full of unknown possibilities. I made a snap decision to ride over to the Chartreuse barn sale all by myself to wander. My goal: find a giant letter L for our daughter. You guessed it. No letter L. However, I spied a long architectural salvage piece thinking it was a unique crusty mantel, and that it would blend nicely with our rustic furniture and Moroccan rug.Continue reading