When we first spotted our home on the internet years before we actually bought it, we fell in love with the checkerboard floors, the leopard carpets, and the stone walls in the garden. The owners hadn't put up photos of the attic in the listing, so when we finally visited the home that would end up being ours, to say we were pleasantly surprised is an understatement.
We have raspberry bushes in our front yard!
This is incredible news.
The city kid in me didn't actually believe that they could possibly be for-real raspberries and had to google "poisonous berries that look like raspberries" before I'd eat a single one, but nope: as it turns out, they're real. And great.
On Saturday, Kendrick spent awhile walking up and down our street picking as many as he could find, and we ended up with enough that my Aunt Jo-Anne suggested we try making jam.
On Friday afternoon, my friend Katie and I set off for Hastings-on-Hudson in search of a used furniture store that she'd heard of. After several drive-bys - the place doesn't have any sign indicating its presence save for a posterboard that says, very helpfully, "sale every day" - we finally found it on a practically deserted part of the Saw Mill, lodged in between a truck rental shop and a wholesale gravel supplier and presided over by several very large stuffed white tigers for no apparent reason at all.
I LOVE places like that.
Because if you find something good in a place like that, it's really good.
This is what I found:
One of my favorite things to buy in thrift stores and at flea markets are mirrors: with a little creativity, you can basically always find a way to work a beautiful mirror into your decor. This sunburst mirror sat on our table as a centerpiece for awhile, but I eventually decided it was in the way and it would make a better addition to our dining room wall.
Except...although I liked the shape, the sort of burnished grey-brown color made it felt dated. I decided that a coat of white paint would give it a nice seaside-cottage feel, and look especially cool against our white wall.
So: Sunday afternoon project.
