The Passing Of Time Brings Change

                                

Since my last post, I have moved into the house and lived here for 2 years.  It amazes me to think that I've been here that long!  It seems more like a few months.  Sometimes I just walk through a room and feel a suge of joy.  Each thing my eye falls upon brings me pleasure. 

 Is it finished?  Oh, heavely daze, no!  There will always be change, additions, new things I fall in love with or old things that suddenly suggest they should live somewhere else.  That's part of the joy of decorating and living in a home. The interaction of existence with dream. 

The hallway was the last large DIY project to reach completion.  I dithered.  I hemed and hawed.  I procrastinated.  I ran out of wallpaper!! 

 I found a place for the round gold mirror given to my Mother and Father when they married by my mother's brother, Edgar.
I still have a couple of decor touches to add, but time will bring those.

The decorating object that was the most difficult to find was a swivel rocker or glider which I needed for my living room.  The way the room is set, this would be the chair I'd use for TV watching, but it also needed the ability to swivel to face the room for conversation when guests are here.
Who would have thought this would be so difficult to fine?  Not me!
                      Took me 2 years!  

 After finding a new lamp shade and a bit of floor-lamp-juggling ( see above: furniture suggests a new space for itself) the living room now functions exactly as I had planned.

The aforementioned floor lamp change-a-bout was more fortuitous then expected. Now, with a shade taken from the  lamp which traveled to the L.R., the wonderful night-light base of this antique lamp shows up beautifully in the den!

I adore the pattern that it makes on the floor when lighted.
The floor lamp story deserves it's own space.  Stay turned.