My long journey in interior design (to be specific; my own personal journey) has increasingly become smaller as the brood leaves home. How much damage could one big hairy dog and an 18 year old (very petite) cat cause? Factoring in these facts, I decided to reflect my true decor need of WHITE! Like a laboratory, the thought of creams, ivories, and varying shades of white made me feel tranquil (and with my combo of Shabby Chic hording and OCD) sounded like a match seen only on The Bachelor after taking a Xanax. So for my latest downsize, I purchased gorgeous slip-covered furniture, distressed armoires, chippy columns, beat-up ladders to hold fetching blankets. The look was STUNNING. And then my children started visiting. Please eat at the table, I muttered thousands of times (much like I uttered, “if you put your shoes away, you would know where to find them,” for some 25 plus years. But the allure of my cozy, meticulously cared for sofas became the only possible seat they could plant their adult asses. After awhile I began covering up spots with pillows (that my golden retriever would promptly chew), throws (that my golden retriever would promptly chew, and professionally cleaners (which my 18 year old cat would cough and choke up bile). So I decided to get creative. Keeping the white, as never one to give in too quickly, but adding hints of color to take the eye away from marks that even the staff at Windsor Castle would protest.
The first purchase was this spectacular metallic mirror (thank you Hobby Lobby). Hung on the wall, it reflected the light in a slightly different way. Then, I bought a leather ottoman, an over sized cowhide rug in this glorious gray (though jute or sisal could work as easily). My wide-planked distressed hardwoods helped but I asked one of my faux artists to paint the manufactured material in a black and white checkerboard (not a great idea) so lucky I still love wood. I bought numerous suitcases and iron buckets from a well-known flea market in Kansas City and filled them with books, old logs, and various accessories. Fortunate enough to have beams in my hearth room, I again enlisted the talents of Bob and Rick to create a barn wood feel (I know; so Joanna Gaines of me). Though in protest, I performed this miraculous task (or Bob & Rick did) 15 years ago before anyone heard of Fixer Upper. I threw up some bulletin boards to give a vintage vibe and redid my draperies. Popped some glass knobs on a pretty sofa table and VOILA; all is well in the house of Buhrer.
A FEW IMAGES TO ENTICE THOSE THAT LOVE AND LIVE WITH WHITE, WHITE, AND MORE WHITE!