I grew up in a mid-century modern home. My father was an architect and everything was clean and modern. There were no antiques in our home ... no ornate millwork or moldings.
Our walls were always painted white and surfaces were kept free of clutter.
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After I got married and had my own home I went the opposite direction. I spent
Our first furniture was very traditional and we bought some antique-looking pieces (we could not afford anything too old). And it was nice. But honestly I never loved it.
It wasn't long until I starting changing things. I sold our mauve (eesh - think 1980's) camelback velvet sofas and replaced them with a modern sectional covered in white cotton duck. I traded our oak butler table that I was using for a coffee table for a more simple glass-topped wicker cube. I loved it.
And then we moved. I loved our new house and our furniture worked well in it. It was a single story ranch with contemporary windows and doors. Over the years we did some remodeling, and again I added more traditional moldings and furniture. And just like before, it wasn't long before I yearned for something different.
It seems like the busier I get and the more I have on my mind, the more I have a desire for clean and white and modern. Not that I don't like a little antiquity - just not too much.
So Saturday I made a few changes. It is still a work in progress. (Just like me, haha).
I took out the large tufted ottoman and replaced it with a simple Ikea table. And moved a few things around.
It was a quick and inexpensive change and I feel like a weight has been lifted. But the ottoman is not going far for now. Who knows, it might just come back.
Happy Monday everyone!