I cannot wait to show you my new office/breakfast room. But at the moment it’s still in pieces as I try to recreate my midcentury mecca. By “midcentury”, you must understand I’m not talking about the 1700s or anything like that. I’m into the mid-1950s which until about a month ago I considered the tackiest period of civilization.
Suddenly, I’m all about it. Something in my brain shifted and bucket seats, tulip tables, and drum lamps are my passion. I just got my table assembled (identical to the one in the lead photo) and I’m shopping for bucket seats like the one at left.
I’ve already bought a faux bear rug to go under it all. I love the rug and take it with me where ever I go – like Linus of the Peanuts Cartoon.. I haven’t sucked my thumb yet, but I’m leaning that way.
You might wonder why I’ve completely moved away from my passion for 19th century antiques. I’m not sure, but suddenly I seemed stiffled by the heaviness of it all. The memory of dark, depressive times doesn’t attract me any longer. I plan to freshen up every room in my house with something “midcentury modern.” I’m not letting go of the antiques, I’m just embracing the age in which I came of age.