A few friends of Dans le Townhouse have asked about my mom’s house, suspecting her home is beautiful. Although I think my mom has an exceptional eye and great taste, she argues that my childhood home is a work-in-progress and so she isn’t exactly letting me take any photos, other than “before” shots that I can only post when her house gets a face-lift. But, bad seed that I am, I have snapped a few shots that I plan to share.
The second bedroom on the main floor of my parents’ modest 1950s home has been, via numerous reincarnations, my bedroom, my parents’ bedroom, a sewing room and now a den (although we still call it the sewing room, even though it is filled with books and a chair). Adorning one corner of the room is the sweetest idea for art: tiny etchings purchased in Wales for a song. These etchings, actually sold as greeting cards, are small but detailed. Although the custom framing my mom opted for boosted the cost, a similar effect could be achieved with any vacation momento: greeting cards, handmade postcards, artwork by street vendors, etc., hung in store-bought frames with only custom matting (a much more cost effective route). The trick is to hang the tiny pieces of artwork en masse so they make a statement; these sweet cards fill an entire wall with style (and memories).
|My mom’s “den” with her inexpensive art idea.|