Old School And I Don’t Care

 

        I know I have gone a bridge too far in my discussions with my daughters about what I call ‘the study’. The centerpiece of this discussion is the couch, which is covered in the fabric above (old school Waverly). This couch has been covered in this fabric for at least 20 years, and it is soft- very , very soft.

        If you have adult children you know what I mean.

Me to Them:  “Let me just ask you one question-just one, I promise. What should I do about the study?”

Them:  Eyes glazed, heads rolling loosely on their precious necks.

Or Worse:  “Mother, I thought we had decided that.”

(Help! Could someone refresh my memory please? What did WE decide?)

        So, I quit. I give up. The couch stays as is because it is soft and the perfect spot to take a nap.

        On one of my many random trips to TJ Maxx, I found the Ralph Lauren blue and white pillows for $10.  I know they are part of a bedding set- but that makes sense, right? After all napping is an important part of this room. This makes the room more about blue and white I think.

        The pair of lamps on the library table behind the couch were a great find (on sale) . They are easy to reach if you have been reading and you get sleepy.

        I have such a hodge podge of things in this room that have served me well.

        This top to a piano is sitting on top of a faux fireplace mantel I found on the side of the road.

        All of these pieces were painted white.  One of my favorite memories was seeing a million pieces of my furniture sitting out in the yard being sprayed white by my painter. I was in HEAVEN.

        The month prints are from Warrenton and the lamp is something I found at the flea market.  The electrical trades teacher at the high school where I taught wired it for me. The base is cracked, but I don’t care.

        So , what about the study? I think I’ve decided.