Color Of The Year

Not to be thought old-fashioned and out of date,
That Old House has requested that she be snazzed up
with the 2012 Color Of The Year.


According to Pantone, the self-proclaimed color dictators
the company that makes millions selling, well, colors (how do
they do that?), the 2012 Color Of The Year is Tangerine Tango.

Oh dear.

That Old House is 180 years old.

Orange is harsh on an aging complexion.

Does deep orange belong in an old farmhouse?

I made a quick loop around That Old House, checking

if there are already some trendy Tangerine-colored bits and bobs here and there.  

There's this, on the walnut cupboard in the kitchen:

Also in the kitchen, atop Jabba the Hutch, two pumpkin tureens:

I found a hard, dry navel orange, a refugee from the toe of a Christmas stocking.

I guess I can snazz that up for a little orange zzziiiing.

Orange is not an easy color to live with, in large scale.

Especially when it's not Halloween.

In packets of takeout duck sauce, not so hard:

In its defense, as an accent or in accessories, strong orange is striking.

And not in a "strike me over the head with a baseball bat" kind of way.  Striking in a good way.

For instance, this, from Pantone's very own website:

A bergere chair upholstered in that Tangerine Tango color,

which is a very red orange, against a soft blue wall.

Why, hush my puppies, if that blue wall don't look a whole lot like

the color that is Benjamin Moore's 2012 Color Of The Year.

Wythe Blue.

This, from Benny Moore's website: Wythe Blue walls in a dining room:

As luck would have it, we are already on trend with this trendy color.

It's all over the walls of our second-floor hall bath.

 Wythe Blue is easy on the eyes, easy to live with, and while it's been named

2012 Color of the Year by its maker, it's one of their Historic Colors.  Interesting. 

 I have my plan in place.

I will just tell That Old House that she'll have to be content with

wearing at least one of the 2012 Colors of the Year.

What about you?
Do color trends and fads influence your choices in your home?
Do you have plans to incorporate Tangerine Tango in your decor?

There's no right or wrong answer to that; whatever pleases, works.

Have a marvelous weekend!  I'm hoping we are almost done with rain for a few days.

But right now, I'm going to take care of that rapidly drying orange before it's too late.  -- Cass

LINK PARTIES!

At My Romantic Home, it's Show And Tell Friday.  Click here!

Feathered Nest Friday makes its home at French Country Cottage.  Click here!

The Charm of Home features Home Sweet Home on Fridays.  Click here!

It's Vintage Inspiration Friday at Common Ground.  Click here!

LaurieAnna's Vintage Home is the place for Farmhouse Friday.  Click here!

A Thrifting Find, and a Van Full of Furniture!

On this drizzly Thursday, my friend Emily and I
skipped happily off into the Land of Thrifting.  And lunch.


But first, we tootled down to my antiques booth, to replenish it.
Some larger pieces of furniture were sold, making room for new things.

We brought down the tool chest I got last week:

We still don't know everything about this chest, but I'm pretty sure it's a machinist's
or carpenter's chest, possibly made by the carpenter himself, or at least custom made.
It was not made in a factory.  The inside lid may have once held two small mirrors,
to facilitate removing filings or shavings from eyes.  We are kind of sad to see it go.
The lock is missing, but you can see where a rod went through all the drawers and
locked everything up nice and securely.  What was in those drawers was valued.

Also the little washstand or telephone table or whatever it is:

And we brought down a chair I picked up awhile ago,

that my sister's been storing on her sunporch.

Here it is, happily reclining on its back in my minivan:

Through the wonders of computer fiddling,

I rotated another shot, to make it look almost as if it's

standing upright.  The fabric is tapestry, in perfect condition.

The old Craigslist picture is the best.

The chair is big, it's comfy, it's in perfect shape, and if you squint

it looks like it's rustic French Empire or Directoire style.

Don't forget to squint.

Now . . . did these things end up in the booth?

They did not.  The sold furniture is still there, not yet picked up.  No room.

(Le sigh.)

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So, Emily and I, with the furniture still in the van, hightailed it to

a great little thrift shop, off the beaten path, and it did not disappoint.

Ah, the beautiful Johnson Brothers pattern called Indies Blue.

I have scads of it.  So does Martha at Linderhof blog.

And now I have this:

A pot.  Coffee?  Tea?  Not sure, don't care.

In gorgeous condition, not a mark on it.

It cost me $6.  Six American greenbacks.  Six stinkin' bucks!

Oh, be still my heart.

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I picked up a few more things at this thrift shop.

A glass candleholder.  3 orphaned saucers.  A book.

And this:

A painted plate, blue and white, and just right for hanging in my kitchen. 

I like its corny scene, windmill and tulips and all.

That's all, Folks!  -- Cass

Linky Parties for Thursday:

At Tales From Bloggeritaville, it's Leigh's Thrifty Thursday.  Click here!

At From My Front Porch To Yours, it is Treasure Hunt Thursday.  Click here and visit!

No Minimalist Here hosts Open House Party Thursdays.  Click here!

At Coloradolady, Suzanne hosts Vintage Thingies Thursday.  Click here!

  

January Nonsense

Ah, January.
That month between Christmas and . . . not-a-heck-of-a-lot.
We don't get a really good holiday now until Easter.
Valentine's Day?  Eh.  Flowers, candy, yadda-yadda, done.

So, January. 

Not my favorite month of the year.  Not Dion's, either:

Saturday's snowfall.

It's the first month of a new year, every year, and I don't like change.

I don't like having to write a different number on the date line of my checks.

I don't like the feeling that the worst winter weather is still to come,

and that the fun part of winter is already over with.

Yeah.  I can get a little crabby in January.

It helps to find things to laugh about.

Like, de-Christmas-ing the house.

You know I love Christmas trees, and have a really hard time taking them down when January 6th

has passed.  My good and patient husband Howard has found a way to avoid having the trees still up

and dropping needles on St. Patrick's Day; he takes them down himself,

and I don't even have to watch the awful carnage if I don't want to.

It's how we go from a holiday riot of trees, to this . . .

 a stripped down parlor badly needing a midwinter makeover:

Howard does the trees.  I get the rest of the Christmas bling.

 After I think I've got it finished, I take a careful walk around the house to see what I've forgotten.

This year, I checked the house several times, declared it Christmas-free,

and it wasn't until the next day that I noticed this:

Yeah.

The front staircase, for crying out loud!  How could I have walked past it over and over again,

without noticing that it was still festooned in lovely crispy-dry pine roping and giant red bows?

Don't answer that.

I probably don't want to know the answer.

Also, don't light a match.

Have a great Wednesday, and if there's snow where you are, I feel your pain.

Ours fell on Saturday -- about 5 inches -- and is pretty much all gone now.

Yay!  Green(ish) grass!

I and my dog rejoice.

A Happy January Day to you! -- Cass

Ramblings From A Fevered Brain

It is Friday, and it's getting late in the day, 

and I have spent most of my time today on the sofa in the study,

watching television, which reminds me of why I never watch

television during the day unless I am sick.

Which is what I am today.

Sick.  Or, sick-ish.  Tired, draggy, and running a persistent little fever that started Thursday afternoon.

My get-up-and-go, got-up-and-went.

Too draggy to do a post about The Mystery Chest I bought on Wednesday.

That might take thought.  Too much work!

But I'm not too lazy to drag out a few old pictures, and write around them.

Ah, one bad movie just ended.  A second is about to begin.

I think I'll check The Weather Channel, as we're supposed to get some of this stuff on Saturday:

Bright note:  Snow is lovely when you are inside the conservatory, looking out.

While it falls, it makes this lovely little tippy-tippy-tippy sound on the ceiling.

Look what I found in my picture files:

the original header for That Old House.

Yikes.  I'm glad I changed it!

I have very few pictures of our front hall, taken from inside the house.

Here's one of them.

(I told you this would be rather random.)

This is like rummaging through that old shoe box full of old photos that everybody has.

But guess what?  This, below, is not our kitchen.  Although I wish it were.

I also wish I could remember where I found this picture,

and I apologize to whomever owns it.  At least I'm not using it for monetary gain.

I just stare at it sometimes and think wicked, envious thoughts.

More ramblings from my fevered mind -- this is the as-yet-unfinished dress

our costume designer daughter Anne is currently "building" for a play.

Costume designers don't use patterns -- they make a mockup in muslin,

"draped" on the mannequin, and then they make it in the real fabric.

I could probably make an apron that way.  IF it didn't have a top.

Okay, I've rambled enough, and I'm getting ready to pretend to watch the movie, but really nap.

Mr. Dion DiPoochy

wants to add something to this post:

(Dion likes those dirty jokes.)

Have a wonderful weekend!

I think I'll be mostly in the sunroom, watching some snow fall.

Hey, there could be worse things to do!  -- Cass