Regrets, I've Had a Few

Another birthday soon and other factors have brought "old" more to mind these days. Mention that you're old and often people want to say, "You're not old! You're just (dot dot dot... fill in the blank).

An old crone. What IS that exactly? I looked it up. Turns out it is either an ugly, unpleasant old woman, or a woman of wisdom and power, depending. Anyway over fifty. FIFTY!! Haha.

I came across a fun, enlightening, and somewhat irreverent article about the subject from the Telegraph in the UK that I guarantee will make you laugh at least once. If you want to read it CLICK HERE. But I digress....

In perusing old blog posts I occasionally come across lovely things that, as a long time vintage dealer, I no longer own. I have only small regret for letting go of this double wicker bottle shown above, for example. Conversely, the fabulous vintage frame on the wall was originally gold and never sold. I brought it home, painted it white, and can't imagine living without it! So wise.

I lean more to romance in summer. Flowers, lace and linen, and wicker in particular ring all my happy chimes, inside and out.

And white can really be dressed up to the occasion! Think June weddings. Though I think a lot of tradition has gone by the wayside this year, and maybe without regret on the part of some....

Another wicker bottle I no longer own above. (But I try not to think about it.)

This old Lloyd Loom chair still haunts me a little. I loved it so. I can't remember why I didn't keep it!

It was a big part of a few romantic summer lawn parties.

Strider, our most adventurous and entertaining guest at the party is now also gone. (Deep sigh.)

But I'm so glad I never missed the most astonishing room at Vignettes in San Diego the summer we visited there. I thought I would faint!

And maybe I regret a little not snatching up one or two of these pillows from there at the time. (Probably wise.)

This wicker settee sat in my shop for rather a long time before I made it mine forever. Wicker is not much of a New Mexico thing, you see. It was painted an Adirondak brown and mustard which I loved. But after the paint job in white, Oh lala!!

This crochet throw fits the cushions perfectly and reminds me so of Jeanne D'd'Arc Living Magazine. (I had an online subscription for awhile and think I may now regret letting it lapse.) So romantic!

The linen shams were from an ecstatic trip to Canton and LaurieAnna's in Texas for the first and only time. And I regret that I have not yet made it back!

It lives on my covered patio now.

I still own this lovely Heywood Wakefield wicker table even though it has always been just a little impractical for us. But I am regretfully sure that few others in this town would adequately appreciate its true value.

That little round table cover had to go though. Too fussy and formal for me, even though it was custom made for an umbrella table.

Now linen and lace indoors is a no brainer! And you can never have enough. I don't mind owning up to being a linen hoarder. Try to take my stashes away and you just might see a little "ugly and unpleasant" alright! Oh me.