Monday, October 10, 2011
During the summer, we painted our parlour. Well, actually, Mr. White did the painting. I just watched. We emptied the room of everything except the main furniture, which was placed in the center of the room and covered with sheets. The old white walls were soon covered with a light pastel purple and it looked charming!
We have some lovely paintings on the wall. Do you see those two antique chairs with the lamp between them? The chairs came with this 1850's house, (or "museum" as I like to say!). The lamp was in the guest room of my Aunt's Massachusetts home when I was a little girl. The hutch was purchased at a used furniture store, here in Vermont, many years ago. I keep some of my cookbooks on the main shelf. I also have pictures of the children on there, from when they were little. I love seeing their baby pictures. It always makes me smile!
Why do I call this a parlour? It would normally be called a living room, but we don't have a couch or television in there. Instead, this is our cozy main room, where we read, visit, play cards, and entertain guests. Calling it a parlour is much more fitting.
Throughout the day, I enjoy tidying up this special place. I like to keep it clean. The children will bring in their projects; scatter shoes, coats and books, and I am constantly finding joy in neatly putting everything "to rights." If the family did not make a mess in there, I would not be able to enjoy this room as much as I do, because I delight in making it sparkle!
Grateful for my old house - An Elegant Home Despite Poverty.
For the overworked Mother - The Homemaker's Despair.
Before I got married, I agreed to The Housewife Contract.
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