in an instant, things can change. Not hours after my post detailing every inch of our living room, I got a text from my dad, who was at the Rago Discovery Auction that simply said “It’s yours.” referring to a settee I had spotted and told him to get if he could at a good price. And he did, along with a modern chiming clock for his new office and a Triptych of modern paintings.
And a few hours after that, my living room had transformed once again.
And the chairs that I had placed together as a makeshift love seat now flank the window. And it all works. Well, I think.
I was able to top both the settee and the chairs with black and ivory striped pillows that I had taken home in a trash bag from my Mommom a few days ago. She said “Could you use these anywhere?” I said, “Probably.” They are perfect.
An edition of Hemingway’s “For Whom The Bell Tolls” that belonged to his late grandfather, a birthday gift from his own father, one that he will surely share with his son, as the card suggested. It is so old that it is both covered in burlap (a pre-war precaution) and inscribed with their family’s old last name. So special for so many reasons.
So just like that, in a matter of hours, our room got a lot of things; several more pillows, a bit more furniture and a lot more history.