I caught myself spending a bit too much time looking for a new set of plates recently. You know the type: matte glaze, earthy colors, low rim…the list of goes on. Alter all, the Thanksgiving is just around the corner, would love to style with something new! Then, reality check: we are not hosting this year, I have absolutely no excuse to buy a new set of plates. Which reminded me, rewind two years back when we were, and my frantic shopping spree for something new. I ended up with plates, set of cutlery (once returned and replaced in a process, never used since), and a couple of random serving pieces. Let’s don’t forget set of four espresso cups and saucers. All and all, very lackluster, except for the plates. Once again a lesson, as if I needed yet another one, that good collections take time and patience. Keeping it simple, surrounding yourself with everyday objects that bring comfort and mindfulness are truly rewarding. And then, take a trip to your local grocery store for the greens and quality candles, save some leaves from backyard clean up, rummage through that stash of velvet ribbon saved for mystery project, and you are ready! Here is my set up for a low key entertaining, on a perfectly autumnal Sunday, pre-Thanksgiving, with just a couple of friends.
Comfort of the perfectly aged pieces (heirloom crystal glasses that belonged to Carl’s Uncle) mix with modern glass candlestick that traveled with me from Poland, and mingle with everyday dinnerware. My mini collection (3!) of vintage copper vessels picked up in England and Poland, finally getting use and making me proud.
Candles – handmade tapered ‘Antique Gold” by Mole Hollow from Whole Foods
Greens – bunch of Eryngium from Whole Foods
Ribbon – from M&J Trim
Napkins – remnants of Lee Jofa fabric
Fairytales happens when you believe in them. In the power of ordinary, imperfect, wabi-sabi that is….The power of little, but emotionally charged things, the power of imagination, the power of child-like (not childish!) enthusiasm. I headed to my hometown in Southern Poland recently knowing that some lovely objects are waiting there for me, thoughtfully gathered by my Father just for my photo storytelling. An old kitchen hutch, a table with peeling paint, but gorgeously preserved top by years of oil cloth cover up, a bench. They all come from an old log cabin home nestled on my parents property waiting to be re-invented, re-imagined and hopefully relocated, although this might prove too ambitious…
But in the spirit of living in the moment, I gathered and styled a little scene in my parents’ shed with fruits and flowers from the garden. There is something immensely satisfying about stepping out the door into the morning autumn fog and gathering the branches and flowers by the armful, fruits by the basket, and forgetting about the crispness in the air and working with bare hands to style, nest, experience. Then, there is always my Mom’s cake and tea to melt into…