As I have been looking at paint chips, thinking about furniture placement, window shopping online, for my “soon to be” decorating project, my mind wandered way back to some of my first attempts at making a house a home, way back when I was a young mommy.
It was the somewhere between the mid to late 70’s. We had moved into an old rental house we lovingly called “the yellow house”, for no other reason than it was yellow.
The yellow house was one of those houses that seemed like home the minute I walked in the door. It was something I could work with. The hardwood floors were already there. And there was a fireplace in the living room.
There was no HGTV for inspiration,(gasp) no Pinterest, or house Reno magazines. If fact, I don’t think the word Reno had been invented.
We moved the big, black, vinyl, yard sale sofa into the living room facing the fireplace. Two small, white, plastic parsons table were in front of the sofa to serve as a coffee table. The piano went in the corner. Black and white checked curtains (made out of bedspreads) flanked the double window.
I now needed chairs. A small town, fifteen miles away, had a few stores on Main St. One was called a Variety Store……and it had…….. a variety of things. One day the girls and I went in, just to browse, and there they were. Chairs for the living room….chairs to coordinate with the black vinyl sofa. And the price was right…clearance …$3 each. Somewhere in my 1970’s decorating mind, I heard director chairs were “chic”. And before my eyes were two Kelly green director chairs similar to this one. They were meant to be mine. The girls agreed and the “chic” chairs went home with us.
Wow!!! What was I thinking. For the living room??? Really?
My young daughters were eager to help mom fix up the house.
Our next step was to add color to the walls. I don’t know why I thought this was ok in a rental house. Perhaps, I had asked permission. You are not going to believe the walls.
Stay tune for part 2.