This little, very rustic shelf in rescue kitty Buggy Buggerson’s room is such a favorite of mine. When I found a very long, old, window header at our local Chartreuse monthly barn sale to convert into a mantel in the living room, I moved the old mantel into Buggy’s room above the bed. That meant I had this cute extra one and no place to hang it. For months it languished in the closet waiting for the light bulb to go off over my head.
Buggy Buggerson, our feisty 15-year-old tortoiseshell kitty, has claimed our one guest room for her personal feline space. Since we don’t have many overnight visitors, we love having her live there. However, over the weekend I made some changes to accommodate her occasional upset stomach issues. Previously, I had a lovely but delicate antique kantha throw on the bed, and a pure white fuzzy rug on the floor. They were perfect for the look I like, but did not clean up easily. So, I decided to create an ethnic decor guest room for this aging kitty.
A new rug and new white wall paint in our living room – what? Wait, I can explain!
Above is our former look. A plush rug I brought back from Marrakech years ago for my former decorative painting studio, and soft grey Benjamin Moore flat wall paint. I have loved this living room décor for years, and honestly there was not a thing wrong with it. It’s like a warm hug in the mornings, drinking coffee and reading my favorite magazines. But I’m willing to bet that you know that decorating itch that just happens. Here’s how a new rug that just happened begat new white paint on the walls.
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.
Last week North Carolina was drenched with hurricane rains. Normally, my go-to on dreary days is a snuggle with a steaming cup of coffee and a good book. On that day I surprised myself and opted for a photo editing session on PicMonkey.com. I have been planning to create and frame kitty portraits of our three felines for ages, but life kept getting in the way. Or so I was telling myself.