So the other day I got a Pottery Barn Catalog in the mailbox. It has a new look. The new look is better. Bolder. More Color. Emphasis on "Eco-chic." I'm flipping through it thinking, I like this stuff! Even more than usual!
(Example of new, cool and slightly more hip stuff in the new catalog)And then I see my kitchen. Right there, in their catalog! And I'm thinking, how did they get in my brain to lift that picture straight out of my mind? I don't even know any Pottery Barn designer! I don't hang out with their purchasers! How did they know my grandma had sweet little glasses with printed flowers on them that I loved so much? How did they know I love yellow walls in kitchens? I don't know them, but somehow, they know me. Cuz right there was a picture of my dream breakfast nook complete with the oranges I picked from my tree this morning.
(In the catalog this exact rug is under that exact table and chairs. Somehow they changed it on the net).And of course the prettiest thing in this whole little imaginary world is the rug. Its based on English Country Garden style--which has always resonated with me (think free flowing, mimicking nature, colorful; you see the connections? )
(You may recall my reference to StourHead Gardens in England? Here it is at dusk. I'm telling you when I was here I was pretty sure heaven couldn't get any prettier.)
--as opposed to the French landscape style which is formal, stiff and all too manicured (read: VERY HIGH MAINTENANCE!!).Yes, that rug is the perfect English Country Garden rug! My breakfast will taste that much better if I eat it while sitting with this rug underfoot.
But then it hit me. It hit me like the proverbial bowl of spaghetti in my lap. Like a mashed banana on my shoe. Like that pitcher of orange juice just tipped over.
I can not have this rug.
At least, not right now. It will have to stay in my dreams. Because in my reality, a rug like that wouldn't last 5 minutes at my breakfast nook. Not without some major stainage. Major stains would stress me out. Stress might cause me to raise my voice at my children. Too many raised voices to the children will guilt me into paying for them to go to a therapist someday. That would be expensive. Would I still be able to afford to go on senior missions? Would I be a good missionary if I've been yelling at my children for ruining the new expensive rug?
Best to leave the beautiful rug in the Idyllic Pottery Barn Land where all things are staged and children do not roam free.
Here's StarGirl juicing the oranges we picked. Though this picture may not emphasize it, my actual kitchen and my dream breakfast nook don't exactly match up. And you know what? It's better that way!
I bet their orange juice doesn't taste half this good.
6 comments:
We always joke that we have too many little kids to have nice stuff. They destroy everything. But I'd take the kids and the crappy stuff any day of the week.
I like your dream kitchen, AND your real kitchen. I think of grandma and grandpa every time I see cups like that.
That blue flower rug is on my rug radar. It's also on my idea magnet board. I really really love it.
I agree Sarah that the blue rug is gorgeous. I have the perfect spot for it all picked out!
I also noticed the difference in the catalogue, I like it, but maybe my taste is more the old stuff. I did however really like that kitchen and the glasses, very cute and reminiscent of Grandma's glasses. Who has those anyway? Mom?
Loved the dream kitchen and your own. Maddie looks great with the oranges, they all make me homesick. Glad we get to come soon.
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