I have had that urge to spring clean.
Spring-cleaning: So dangerous.
I get into these moods where I want to streamline our living, move everything around and create a brand new look. When I see these beautiful Parisian pastels from Jacques Grange I long to dump the heavy antique woods and lighten up, at the very least paint them over.
I am spring cleaning in Provence this week and taking a multitude of photos with my great pal Carla. This means we will change everything around, we always do.
I have over the last year or so re-upholstered to lighter shades but I have not been so brave when it comes to tossing over the furniture.
Sentiment stands in my way.
I want to be less sentimental, I want to move with the trends and the times and follow my interiors heart but my emotions work against me.
I dial the painter, ask him to come and work his magic on a pair of wooden antique tables and I cancel. He could so easily transform them into pieces of beauty; I have seen him do this at Le Petit Bijou. The difference is I had the intention to paint the furniture. I wasn’t anchored down with nostalgia for what once was.
Here is someone who is pretty much fearless when it comes to change and yet painting a couple of old tables and she turns to jelly.
I am ashamed to even admit it.
It’s a new week, a new spring and I will see where it leads.
I am excited to re-energise the house for the coming summer, switch it up and create a fresh tableau. Looking through the lens enables me to view the spaces more dispassionately and encourages ideas for ways to display and arrange the existing furniture.
Not new, feels new. Know what I mean?
I might even find the courage to paint the furniture; I will let you know, xv.
images jacques grange, paris
