…I’m pretty sure that was/is my mother’s decorating mantra. She finds the most wonderfully random and odd antiques and then promptly hangs them on the wall. From antique tools, to cutting boards, to baskets, to pitch forks — they all find their place displayed vertically. They are not hung in a Cracker Barrel sort of way, but in a slightly more fresh and modern way and it works. Let’s just say she was Pottery Barn before Pottery Barn was cool. Old things tell a story in a way that a new trinket from Steinmart or Kirklands just can’t tell. My mom was on to something and in my own home I’ve adopted many of her ways. As I was hanging a grouping of baskets that I’ve collected from around the globe I started to laugh; I really am turning into my mother. It happens to all of us as we grow older and I’ve finally come to realize it really isn’t such a bad thing.
so funny. Love it. You have even hung the pictures down low like she does. 🙂
how sweet you are, bunkin’ little! 🙂
Thanks, mom. 🙂 (That must be you, because no one else could call me bunkin’ little!)
“Hang it on the wall
…I’m pretty sure that was/is my mother’s decorating mantra.”
This made me LOL. I think your mama is one of the coolest ladies I know. Not a bad person to turn into at all.