SK's Hidden 1920's Gem
Shhh......
The soft sound of sadly murmured blues. The whisper of black silk against white satin. An era of early 1900s prohibition and strong industrious men. Lovely women who loved the feel of fur and soft silks. The scents of fine illegal brandy and a slight scent of cuban cigar wafting into the still air.
Secrets and cleverly hidden valuables, clearly meant for a rainy day. Never discovered.
SK's Black Rust and Zinc
Black and Rust with SK
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In January.
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If She could talk, the tales She would tell!
Because of
the size and details, it is obvious this piece started out in a royal home. My ancestors at one time were
noble men and had every comfort which life could afford them.
Wars
happened. Secrets. Deceit.
Whispered stories of jewels sewn in hems of coats. Food wrapped in quilts. Furniture mysteriously disappearing before
the siege. Only to appear
in my families possession later. And
through all these generations, this piece remains. A reminder of what my family cherished. Once a gift given to a wife, by a beloved
husband, to contain her wardrobe. Later
it became a lauder, to store food. And
now 200+ years down through time, it now sits in my humble cottage. With all of
it’s tales to tell, she is saying nothing.
What is it
about old pieces of furniture that draws us to them? Why do we feel a connection?
I propose to
you it is family. We all long to
belong. To know about those before
us. To know we have ancestors which bore
their lot in life with dignity and beauty.
Having an old piece reminds us we are part of a greater plan than just
ourselves. We are part of a beautiful
chain, called family.
What if you long for this, but you have no lovely piece of
furniture? You have no jewelry. No legacy handed down generation after generation. No pictures or photographs? Is there anything you can do?
Absolutely. In steps “ faux.” Faux is the art of making something into what
it is not. And why not? Why shouldn't you surround yourself with
pieces which make you feel connected and surrounded in time tested beauty and practicality?
True
confession… I've only been acquainted with this piece for a month or two. We met at a Goodwill store. My poor piece had suffered the humiliation of
being a bedraggled piece that had been marked down, and marked down and marked down
because she had gone unsold, unwanted for too long. I picked her up for $7. That is seven dollars. Yes, a ridiculous price for her!
I studied
her for a bit. She is solid wood, except
for her two side panels. She is so tall,
we had to remove her crown molding to get her into my cottage! I studied her, trying to decide what I should
do with her. I received lots of
suggestions… but none quite fit. I
finally just began…and she evolved. Once
she was a TV Armoire. Now she is a piece of history….History I never in my wildest imaginings or dreamed I could ever have.
I have put
in hours upon hours into this girl. I
have had a love/hate relationship with this piece. But I would have to say, coming out on the
other end, I have learned a lot.
I have
learned I like taking leave of traditional and creating a piece of
history, as I dream it could have been.
I learned it’s a great opportunity we each have to create in our home, the
atmosphere we want, by using our talents and creativity. Our connection with our past can be enhanced
through our creativity.
Create your own personal dream history.
The beginning. $7.99 from a sad little thrift store. 7'5" tall x 4' wide, 2' deep. Heavy and solid wood doors and crown.
Little Black Dress Chairs and a Little, Ohhh Shiny
These solid oak chairs had seen many years of red velvet and were begging for a facelift. We found them at a thrift store for twenty nine dollars. Score!
With thousands of brass nail heads the dismantling took forever. The fun stuff found under the fabric was disgusting.
The foam was in great condition so I didn't need to replace, which was a gift in itself.
They look like they could have come out of a boudoir in the red light district.
I painted the wood with a Hammered Bronze spray paint from Rustoleom. As I started the silver leafing process I found I liked the random cracked effect better than a solid silver. This cracking shows the bronze undercoat.
Before starting the re-upholstering I painted black canvas with several different diamond black on black coats. After this was dry I began the damask process.
The pretty broaches were a final little flirty touch. I outlined all the white graphics with a silver liner pen.
#PaintedUpholstery
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#paThanks for visiting. sk on elderberry
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