Getting "Farmhouse Style" in my Home
Just a little rant today .........
I have been searching for ideas for my kitchen .... Pinterest is one of my go-to places.
And in my search .... I found this.
And this one!!!!
Really??????? (Farmhouse style at Walmart???? Made exclusively in 3rd world countries by children under the age of 10! I didn't really say that out loud, did I????)
So why do all these articles about getting "farmhouse style in your suburban home" piss me off so much???
Because I have the real-McCoy and I don't want my house to look like yours.
More importantly ..... its beginning to look like a trend.
And trends ain't style!
You may not be old enough to remember .... but I remember geese. Heavily ruffled curtains and lots of bows. Bows on everything ..... but especially on geese.
I remember Southwestern style. Terra cotta pots, seagrass baskets, Indian blankets and heavily pattern fabrics.
I remember Tuscan French Country .... with fat pigs, sunflowers and lots of wine bottles. And grapes. And more wine bottles. With heavily textured walls that looked like raw plaster with straw imbedded in it.
True style develops over time .... it grows slowly like an oak tree and NEVER arrives in a box. It is Grandma's blue canning jar, Mom's daisy cookie jar and oak chairs retrieved from the rubbish pile.
We Americans toss out "style" in search of trends. Last year's decorating purchases go on this year's garage sale.
My own farmhouse style will not include many things on the lists. But it will include this..........
(No..... not the wallpaper!!! It has got to go!!)
The light. The light will always stay.
In 1961, my parents remodeled their house and removed this 1920's era light fixture from the dining room.
And I cried. So they told me that I could have it when I got my own house and it was relegated to the basement to live on the shelves in my dad's wood working area.
Occasionally, the shelves would get cleaned off .... and the topic of throwing away the light fixture would arise.
And I would cry.
Finally .... my mother told me to get it out of the house so it rode in the trunk of several different cars for a couple of decades.
Now .... it has a home. Forever.
And that will not be found on any list.