Howdie beach loving bloggy gals. Remember that bed from Friday, that nice crisp, tidy percale one? Well Friday night we were tucked up in it, me reading, drinking hot chocolate, Mr Beach Cottage making notes (he likes to write notes a lot). So I thought rather than, you know, blow one's own trumpet, I would nonchalantly throw into the conversation the Washington Post mention (and thanks to those who emailed me about it, if not for you I would never have known).
Me: "Do you know where Washington is?"
Mr BC: "Err ye-eah, of course I do. Why?" writing while speaking
Me: "'Cos our old cottage got featured on the Washington Post website!" (trying to voice a mix of nonchalance with you-should-be-impressed)
Mr BC: without looking up: "Oh that's good." Carried on note-writingMe: "I mean you know the Washington Post, the place where the President lives"
Mr BC: "uh huh, great" copious note-writing
Me getting irritated "do you think you'll ever be in the Washington Post?"
Mr BC: "Nah"
So that's the kinda recognition I get around here, this Beach Cottage Crew are a tad more interested in going down the beach or playing their various sports or writing notes than talking about old pieces of furniture or mentions in publications or decorating beach homes. And that ladies is why I write this blog. Do you feel my pain?
Talking about vintage furniture (please I hope you are not getting bored with yet another post of a piece of furniture) and after showing you all my bed on Friday here are some pictures of our new old wardrobe. Would you believe me if I told you we got it for free? You are probably thinking that I cannot possibly have come across another thing for nothin'? OK well I'll pretend then and tell you I bought this for a few hundred dollars. But that wouldn't be true.
I came across this and arm-locked Mr BC into putting it on the roof of the car, this was truly a precarious job, but with his male-physics-tieing-on skills and my supervisory/instructing skills from below we made it home safely onto the drive of the Beach Cottage.
I'm sure there were curtains twitching as a little circus of lifting and instruction then ensued to get the thing into the cottage, but to be totally honest, I didn't really care.
Soooo, she was in great shape, and I was absolutely lovin' the plainness of this piece, the simple lines of the period, in particular the inlaid sides and rounded door fronts and the classic Deco adornment hinting of delicious old days gone by. This was exactly what I had been looking for to tie-in with the floor and the bed and the cushions.
Here's how she looked before:-
In not bad shape, but certainly needing a tidy up - a coat of primer, a couple of coats of my secret *wink hand mixed beachy white and a quick sand and distress...
I love her, and gave her a full-on Beach Cottage initiation - taking not very good pictures of her and asking her last night, if she had heard of Washington...