A Welcoming Entry

When you open the front door to our home, this is your welcome.

I don't know about you, but I always like a foyer that allows the guest to see straight through the house to the outside. I also like a light, bright entries, because they are welcoming. We transformed our warm raspberry foyer to a bright neutral space, when our house was reconstructed after our flood.

When our house was waterlogged, the floors needed to be replaced. So Bill and I decided that as long as the home was being overhauled, we would go ahead and cover the cost of having the entry walls updated. The fifteen-year old, tonal striped wallpaper was stripped.

In its place, a lovely Ralph Lauren damask wallpaper was applied. Standing alone, the paper was elegant. Unfortunately, it clashed with the adjoining rooms, especially in the evening light when it took on a purple hue. Oops, that was a mistake! 

How do you explain to your spouse the brand new wallpaper is a disaster? Well, I first pointed out the clash. Then, our daughters, unprompted, repeated the sentiment when they walked in the door! After a bit, Bill agreed to let me have the foyer painted. I chose the new high gloss Benjamin Moore paint.  Can you see the shimmer?

The entry is on the north side of the house and tends to be dark, so I chose a color a shade or two lighter than the dining room on the right,

but a perfect match to the wallpaper on the living room walls to the left of the entry.

The high shine is a good foil for both rooms--the gloss contrasts with the grass cloth in the dining room and the fabric wallpaper in the living room. 

However, without the wallpaper pattern, the glossy walls seemed to be crying out for some artwork. Fortunately, about the time I was trying to find something for the space, I won a Wally Ames  painting from a blog give away sponsored by Loi Thai of Tone on Tone Antiques!

(By the way, if you don't follow Loi's blog, you should! It is my absolute favorite.  http://toneontoneantiques.blogspot.com/2013/02/american-oil-painting-giveaway.html.  His shop, Tone on Tone Antiques in Chevy Chase, MD has a wonderful collection of Swedish, Danish, Belgian, English, and French antiques--well worth the trip!)

I was thrilled to get the painting by the New England landscape artist! Furthermore, because I had been seeing gallery walls all over blog-land, I decided I could start one in my entry. 

With the Ames painting, I had two for a start, but I had two empty walls. So, I ventured up the road to Adamstown, Pennsylvania, "the antique capital of the USA." Weekly, hundreds of dealers open their booths at one of several antique malls. (Stoudt's Black Angus Antique Mall,  Renningers Mall, and Adamstown Antique Mall are three of the favorites.) 

First, I found a wonderful old frame for the Wally Ames painting. Sometimes an ornate frame can detract from a painting, but in my opinion, the landscape's bold colors do not allow it to be overshadowed. 

At Stoudt's, I found another landscape. Actually, I was attracted by the lovely, old gilded frame, but the Swiss scene pairs well with the Ames.

Those two paintings took care of one plain wall. 

Next came, the other empty wall just inside the front door. For this space, I already had a painting I purchased years ago from the Philip Bradley, Company in Exton, PA. It is another landscape in a worn, but beautifully-carved gilded frame.

(Bradley is one of the remaining very fine antique dealers in the area.) 

At Stoudt's Black Angus Antique Mall, I found a companion painting to hang below the Bradley landscape.

As you can see, I have a penchant for outdoor scenes. In my opinion, they never look dated. Here is how this pair look together:

Now, I know, "two paintings do not a gallery wall make", but it is a beginning.

Actually, the entry is still a work in progress. All over our house, I have been trying to put our antiques in a more contemporary setting. So, I like the glossy walls juxtaposed to the antique furniture and frames, but I think some contemporary lamps would add to the mix. I have my eye on two Barbara Barry lamps.

However, that's another story, maybe for Christmas... :)

Over all, I am pleased with my entry. I feel badly my first choice of wallpaper did not work out, but the new bright entry presents a pleasant welcome and leads guests into the rest of our home.

Chasing Away the Blues

I don't know about you, but the evil events of last week in Boston have saddened my spirits. Yet, rather than give way to melancholy, I am trying to focus on the good. 

Floating around the blogosphere is the quote from Fred Rogers of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. "When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping'."

Such advice is helpful. It follows one of my favorite verses in the New Testament: "Fix your thoughts on what is true and good and right. Think about things that are pure and lovely, and on the fine, good things in others. Think about all you can praise God for and be glad about...and the God of peace will be with you." (Philippians 4:8,9 The Living Bible).

Following this advice. I listen to the birds singing their "cheer-up" song, and notice the flowers nodding their hello to spring. I look for lovely things like the palest of pink tulips around the lamp post in our backyard. 

These pink and white double-petal tulips are so pretty, lifting their faces heavenward, attesting to beauty on earth, gifts from above.

How can I stay sad when from our front yard, we look across the road to the greening grass, then across the river to trees in their hint-of-green lace negligees?

Furthermore, I can see good within the human spirit. Rather than destroy, mankind has been cultivating beauty since Eden. Two weeks ago the Amish farmer across the road spread organic fertilizer on the dark soil. And already the field beyond the hedgerow is greening. Can you see his house and barn at the crest of the hill? There it is on the horizon; I only need to look up.

Indeed, all around are evidences of God's sustaining goodness, proofs of new life, and examples of human helpers who work to restore order where there is chaos.

As doctors and nurses in Boston work to heal the wounded, Penn DOT workers here in Lancaster work to replace the huge wooden, road-surface planks on our covered bridge. They also substitute fresh wood siding on the bridge after vandals busted holes and sprayed graffiti on the walls.

Another helper, a gardener, placed bulbs in the earth last fall, so daffodils and jonquils would bloom in the spring.

Good neighbors planted a redbud tree, just so everyone could revel in the dainty purple beauty.  

Still other neighbors offer a quiet place of contemplation to passers-by.  Their rock garden has an arbor entrance next to a flowering cherry tree beaconing friends and strangers to come inside and escape from the harsh realities of life.

Won't you join me in dispelling the lingering shadows left from last week's terrorism. Take note of the sunlight igniting the forsythia bushes near you, and let the beauty of springtime chase away the lingering shadows in your heart.

A Walk on the Modern Side

Back in the fall, we were invited to dinner and got a tour of a young couple's new home. Our hostess has her own marketing firm and an eye for modern design. The home is contemporary and livable.  Come walk through this dynamic space with me.

The entry adjoins a warm carmel-colored sitting room decorated in brown suede but with a striking zebra print bench and black tables.

Those touches of black are repeated in the the open living room, dining room and kitchen. This fantastic entertaining space is dominated by a cherry red, wrap-around sofa with black pillows and two comfortable black leather chairs. 

 The red is repeated in the dining area draperies.

Upstairs a calmer palette prevails.  The guest room has white walls, a soft yellow print drapery, and gray silk duvet.

The master bedroom pairs soft grey with brown and seafoam for a restful mood.

But the lower level ramps up the volume again with a bold turquoise-and-orange color scheme.

I could just see teenagers squeezed into this wrap-around booth drinking cokes and eating pizza. 

One of my favorite parts of this lower level was the placement of hanging guitars.

Our enjoyable evening in this modern decor left me flabbergasted by the diversity of creativity. The variety of tastes and talents is as impressive as the distinctiveness of snowflakes and finger prints.  Wouldn't you agree? 

Waiting for a New Camera

In case you are wondering why winter scenes are still on my blog, it is because I bought a new camera which proved to be less than satisfactory.  First, the memory card had a glitch, and I lost all the pictures of my new granddaughter's first day of life.  Then somehow--whether someone sat something on the camera while at a baby shower or something squished the camera in its case while it was in my pocketbook--the shutter was bent, and it wouldn't open and close.  Since the camera was only a couple of weeks old, I took it back to where I bought it.  They checked with the manufacturer and are going to give me a refund. When it comes, and I get a replacement, I will be back to blogging!

Onion Snow Acquits Groundhog

Pennsylvanian's awoke this morning to what locals call an "onion-snow".

"Onion-snow" falls in late March or early April, just after the onions have begun to show their green tips.

Unfortunately, the lingering winter was not what the groundhog predicted. For this "crime" of mistakenly forecasting an early spring, newspapers across this country have called for our state groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, to be indicted, arraigned, and face the death penalty.

You are being summoned to be a jury member in this case.

As the groundhog's defense lawyer, I contend that this charge is an overreach by the prosecution. Since when has this:

been a felony?  How can beauty such as this:

be considered to be a capital offense? This:

is not what Phil forecast for March 25th, but weather forecasting is not an exact science. Mother Nature delights in being unpredictable.

Besides, I ask you, "Do these scenes illustrate malicious intent?"

And further, is it not highly unfair to hold a groundhog to the same standards as the sophisticated experts who have global satellite images and computer models? Of course, such a standard would be unjust. It would be like expecting armchair sports enthusiasts to fill out March Madness brackets with the same accuracy as coaches who have studied the best team's films all season.

No, Pennsylvania's furry weatherman was wrong in his forecast, but this:

 does not look like a crime to me. Think about this scene:

in a different light. Instead of committing a crime, Pennsylvania's groundhog actually did us a favor.  When we were expecting a hint of green, we got one last unexpected glimpse of pristine beauty.

In truth, Punxsutawney Phil has done nothing worthy of death. Rather, an "onion-snow"is a perfect example of celebrating what is, not what is hoped for.  

In light of this "onion snow" evidence, won't you vote to acquit Pennsylvania's furry weatherman?

Baby, Baby

In the last six weeks, we have been blessed with two beautiful granddaughters. The girls are not twins, but cousins--Evie and Vivi. I thought you might enjoy seeing each of their respective sugar-and-spice nurseries. Although the mothers both chose the classic pink and white color scheme, their individuality shows up in the details.

Here is Evie's room.  She was due first, but arrived 48 hours after her cousin.

Daddy, sister, and brother inspect the nursery.

Both families chose classic names with up-to-the-minute shortened versions. Evie's full name is Mary Evelyn. Don't you love it? Mary is a family name on both sides, but she is particularly named for her maternal great grandmother.

Evie's mama found the darling letters on Etsy.

The two windows in the room are draped in pink linen panels with pleated off-white detailing. They were made by Pat Martin of Going Home Interiors. The quilt, crib bumpers, and the bedding are from Pottery Barn.  The wicker night stand belonged to Evie's mama when she was a girl.

 The other window is to the right of the crib. 

Here is sweet, tiny Evie sleeping peacefully in her bed. 

Newborns sleep through anything--especially third-borns!

The other granddaughter, Vivi, also has a pink and white room. Just like her cousin, she has two siblings.

The photographs with the watermarks were taken by Anne Canon Photography, a superlative family photographer from Kansas City.

However, unlike Evie who has a brother and an older sister, Vivi has two brothers. From the looks of things, her life will be a little more rambunctious than Evie's.

After decorating two little boy's rooms, Vivi's mama designed Vivi's nursery to be as feminine as possible.

The candy-striped rug from Pottery Barn sets the color-scheme for the room. And the Kensington mini-chandelier, purchased through Joss & Main, guarantees the room's glow by day and night.  

Vivi's window is draped in the reverse of Evie's, having white panels and pink under-shade. The linen smocked panels are from Horchow, while the Roman shade under drape was constructed by Pat Martin of Going Home Interiors. The wicker rocker and christening gown came from Mission Road Antiques.

The shadow box was purchased at Michaels.

Across the room, some generational baby clothes are on display under Vivi's name.

Vivian shares her middle name with her Gigi and her Aunt Anna. 

Pen and ink drawings from Etsy hang atop the changing table.

And, just like her cousin, Vivi sleeps like a princess her new room.

The Lord gave our family two sleeping beauties in two days. I'd say we are doubly blessed, wouldn't you?

(Again, credit and thanks to Anne Canon Photography for the great shots marked with her logo.)

Rushing the Season

I don't know about you, but I am always anxious for spring. As soon as February shuts its door, I am ready to greet pussy willows, primroses, and pansies. At the garden center, clerks annually remind me that a long or especially cold snap can kill even hardy cold-weather flowers. I know, but I can't help myself.

My winter wreath is packed in its box, and a circle of forsythia and pussy willows hangs in its place.

Ceramic snowballs are encased in their container, and the spring flowers bloom their place.

Inside my snowflake candle holders and snowmen are tucked into their bubble-wrap blankets. Now monochromatic eggs nest in a pottery bowl.

The cyclamen on the dining room table sprouts pussy willow shoots.

In the kitchen, an angel at an empty tomb announces, "He is not here; he has risen as he said." This tableau focuses attention on the meaning of the season: New life was bought at a terrible price offering the humble recipient forgiveness instead of guilt and hope instead of fear.  What a reason to celebrate!

No wonder I look forward to the coming-to-life of all things bright and beautiful. Let's hope the ground hog was right, and we are destined for an early spring.