So after living in Scotland since 2005, then moving directly to a fully furnished house in Charleston late fall of 2011, I am finally in my own place. This means that after years and years of trying not to acquire "things" and not really decorating with anything but postcards and scarves, I get to have MY stuff and make MY space look and feel like ME. I am going to blog about that a little. Because the stuff I'm reuniting with and even more I'm beginning to acquire from my family is blowing my mind. I gotta let it out and well, show it off. It's all such beautiful stuff. You will appreciate what I want to show you, friends♥
I got my old furniture out of storage last month and am now basking in the glory of my perfect couch. The old guy was bought brand new, in 1996. My daddy came to my apartment when I was 19 and fresh from an argument with my roommate, who then moved out. I offered him a coffee and we sat on my steps to drink it. There was no where else to sit. He took me shopping for a couch, and coming from a family where we all pay our own way the best we can, I assumed I was putting this on a payment plan - daddy had a different plan. He bought my perfect couch, my perfect chair and ottoman, and wouldn't accept a cent. I lost my daddy in 2005 and although my furniture has always been perfect (ask anyone - my nephew will literally fight to sleep on it over a bed), it's especially sentimental to me now. It has not only been everywhere but Scotland with me, it is also something special my daddy did for me. These pieces will always be with me.
I got my old dishes back - my granny's, that is (my mother's mother). I also have my dad's parents' old TV, bedroom suite, lamp, clothes, and more. I have more of my grandparents' stuff - both sets of grandparents - than my own. I feel that nothing bad can touch me when surrounded by them. It makes my heart swell♥ The following are images of my newly acquired things, including grandmama's clothes, which I wear almost every day now!
More dresses pics to come!