Pieces of Me

I believe if someone decorates with their heart and what they truly love, you can see a piece of the person in their home...a peek into their soul.  Today, I will bare my soul.  I am a tad strange but I am definitely myself.

Above is an antique chest bought at a yard sale, a horse print that was a gift with a gas fill up from Savannah Georgia in the sixties, a poster with my added personal painted denim touch, a rocking chair and a basket of potpourri, old fake leaves plaque and a horse statue I fell in love with.

This the dining room in our old farm house Mom and Dad built.  It has taken a long time to put my mark on Mamma's house but I do believe, I am finally getting there.  It seemed almost disrespectful to change but I know, they would want me to make it my own.

 These are nail kegs and rail spike kegs topped with my finds around the farm, covered with glass and used as end tables.  Certainly something you don't find at Ikea.

I had to use some contrasting material on top of the barrels so the artifacts would show.  This is what I had.

A hand made lamp by Dad, made with iron wood and a block of black walnut, accented (strangely, for some) by a bracelet and my Scottie.  I have painted and glittered the shade...I know, weird!

I thought Mr Aztec/Mayan needed a party feel.

By the fridge, a chest holds my chipped bulldog

(with a Scooby Doo band aid)

 and an antique tin that was Grandma's button tin.

My fear....

the true heart of me...

the seat of my being...

and, yes, they are in the dining room.