So I have been on a brass kick. Yes, I am aware it is ALL the rage right now. But I have been a brass fan for a long time. As I look around Chez V I spy hints of it all over the place.
|brass in the tile room|
|elephant was a consignment score & pheasants were my grandmother's|
|larger pheasant was also my grandmother's|
I frequent thrift stores, consignment shops and antique malls on the regular. And I can never pass up a brass animal. I don’t know what it is.
|thrift store compote|
The brass pig was picked up in Greece by my in-laws decades ago and I rescued that brass beauty in the background from obscurity at the bottom of a box at Goodwill. $5 dollars.
|Lee Kleinhelter's office space via Atlanta Homes & Lifestyles|
Look familiar? She is probably charging a bazillion for one in her store. Mine is destined for a dark shade too. Thinking of gold leafing the inside of the shade...
|a previous LR configuration|
And then there was that table. I stalked this table last year for weeks. Bizzo, you’re coming home with me, I whispered to her sweet curves. Finally the dealer was having a 50% sale and WHAM BAM, lady friend was mine.
Mr. V thought I had absolutely lost my marbles when I suggested brass hardware during the kitchen face lift. You see, this was 2 years ago, before brass was BACK. Then, I had a heck of a time sourcing brass hardware that didn’t cost 3 paychecks and kidney. Now you can find brass knobs at Home Depot thanks to good ol’ Martha.
|it took 5 yrs of begging before mr. V let me paint those cabinets|
|BEFORE - all shades of depressing poo brown|
|Stylist Sasha Seymour's kitchen featured in Canadian House & Home|
So when this image hit the airwaves I was equal parts awe-struck and pissed. Because I already had brass hardware in my kitchen. So much for being unique. Don’t ya just hate when that happens?! To be sure, I certainly wasn’t the first, but it still stung a little. Of course, this was all pre-blog days. But why didn’t I think of brass kickplates?! Argh!! Brilliant.
And, of course, the brass hardware lead me on the search for the perfect light fixture over the banquette. I wanted something vintage yet modish. And it had to be unique. I squealed with glee when I found this lady friend at Ohio Valley Antiques. I love love love her.
|Decorative Carpets in LA via|
And then I stumbled upon this…that cheatin' lady. So much for being unique, AGAIN.
kisses, mrs. V