Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Ugh.  I am using the new Blogger interface,
trying to get used to it.
I don't like it.  It has cooties.
But then, I do not like change.

Unless, of course, it's change that I initiate.

Like, a couple of changes in our parlor.

Shortly after we moved here in the spring of 2008,

a very nice man named David gave us a beautiful

flame mahogany breakfront by Ebert that had belonged to his aunt.

He had tried to sell it on Craigslist,

and I was the only one interested.

But, since we'd just bought a bigger breakfront for the dining room,

and my husband does have his limits,

I told David I couldn't buy his.

So David, a total stranger to us, offered it for free,

because he said he wanted it to go to a good home.

For free, I said Yes.

And it's lived a good life in our Parlor.

Until that auction Howard and I went to, on August 11th.

Where we fell in love with a stepback cupboard, a line-by-line

 handmade reproduction of an 18th century New Jersey piece,

made to order in the 1970s.  In tiger maple.  Tiger maple.

I swooned-ed.

We bid, we won, we hired a couple of moving guys to bring

it from Hunterdon County to That Old House, and here it is.

Yes, it has muscled in on the mahogany breakfront's turf.

That sweet meek lady has moved upstairs to one of Annie's rooms.

Where it will hold books and all manner of nifty artsy things.

I had a bad moment -- or ten -- when I feared that

despite our rather casual measuring, the new cupboard would not fit

into the room, where the ceilings are old-house-low.

Whew.

The 180-year old pine floor boards and the

40-year old cupboard co-exist nicely.

We still need to fiddle with moving furniture around in here,

so getting good pictures is difficult.

It's like a consignment shop right now; too much stuff.

Anywho, I adore this cupboard.

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So, you might ask, what's with that Federal settee in the first picture?

It's another auction baby, and I am undecided whether to keep it

or sell it.  It's gorgeous, made by Southwood, makers of meticulous

reproduction furniture at way-out-of-my-price-range prices.

We've tucked it into the Parlor, which has mysteriously morphed from

a red and tan and black room into a pink and tan and green room,

with seemingly no help from me.  Odd.

This is a highly opinionated house,

so we'll see what the room, and the sofa herself, decide.

Bye!  Howard and I are off to buy a miniature bombe chest,
at a moving sale near Newark Airport.  We do go to the swankiest places.

  -- Cass
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