Powder Room Work In Progress plus Beach Cottage Memories

G'day! 

It seems to be a time for memories and occasions here at the Beach Cottage.  It's been a full weekend with sport, sunshine, birthdays, celebrations of other sorts, presents, new dresses (show you those tomorrow, love) and today now it's all quiet and everyone has gone off to their respective places,

And I find myself here in my place, fussing over the teeniest Powder Room makeover ever. 

In my slew of celebrating this weekend, I've not got too much done but I did manage to get the unit up on the wall. 

While I was in the garage painting shutters for the other side of the deck I thought hey why not shop my own personal garage sale and thrift a totally free piece of furniture from in there – and spied this unit…a unit that we shipped from England four years ago.  One of the few select things that made it with us and has since been sitting in various garages covered in dust and spiders and the like wondering if it'd ever make it back in. 

This unit holds a lot of memories for me, it is the first thing we bought for our new unborn baby when we were young newlyweds and I had no idea what my style was but found myself gravitating to patchwork quilts for the baby's cot, an old rocking chair and a country style unit to hold his special things. 

I had the same feeling I get when cutting into fabric when I painted this, I almost couldn't do it, and certainly had a tear in my eye when I put the primer on.  And rather than the excited feeling I have when I makeover other furniture for a new life, this was a different feeling, much more melancholy.  A plethora of memories flooded as I washed it with white.  But once the rhythm of the painting ensued I scoffed at my reluctance, as it took on the look of our new life, now.   

Because really having this piece full of memories in the Cottage now, on the other side of the world to the house we brought that that little big 9lb baby home to, just about sums up everything I am striving for here – the warmth and contentment that come from home – the belief in ritual, comfort and tradition – it's what was tinkering around in the back there somewhere when we decorated that baby room all that time ago…

So enough of that emotional philandering, what do you think?  That baby thought it closed it in too much.  It probably does.  

But like that toilet, it won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

blogged for Met Monday and Rhoda's Thrifty Finds