Beach Cottage Easy Coastal Style Easter Table
Thu 5th, Apr, 2012
Well hello Beach Cottage ladies, talking coastal beach decor does Easter today..come on in…yikes, issuing a BC Ramble Alert today…heaven only knows how this table led me to about 15 years ago in the Old Country, but somehow it did…sit back and settle in, we will be a while.
Oh and thanks for the dress love from yesterday, not bad eh those little black dresses?
But let us talk about much more interesting dressing, not the dressing of one’s bod, no the dressing of one’s tables…I love dressing up tables, I always have done, though, really, I don’t decorate for Easter, not sure why ‘cos it’s sure a part of our lives…I do though like to decorate with Easter in mind…
And as I sit in the study, alone, on a putty polka dot oil-covered desk, feeling like I am talking to myself about Easter tables, it is a beautiful day in Sydney… someone next door is mowing the lawn, there is that lovely far-away hum, the sky is bright blue and the light is only the way that light can be in Autumn in Australia…it’s sort of crisp & clear but yet colourful at the same time…
I just hung out a load of white laundry too and as I came back in, walking back up over the deck, sweet scent in the air, I was overwhelmed with nostalgia for the second house we owned in England…the hum, the smell of grass and a lovely day reminded me of those days in England when the warmth crept back in…the doors were opened and sitting outside was again oh-so-sweet.
We moved into this house when our Honeymoon Baby was a year old, it was a bit of a gamble for us in terms of finances, but nothing really that we couldn’t handle, we were quite happy to tighten our belts and put our money into a nice area and a detached house…looking back now it was one of our better decisions. It sat in the village that I had grown up in, the village one of my parents had grown up in and really, this place had pretty much most things you could want for…
The quintessential village green complete with cricket? Check. Indeed it had two. Lovely, very old, English pubs at about every turn? Check. A local school with an excellent reputation? Check. Very old Saxon church perched in the middle of it all? Check. Surrounded by countryside and fields? Check. Old Kentish windmill with white sails turned by the wind? Double check.
It wasn’t my dream home but I loved our easy little life then…
the house was far from perfect though…built in the middle of the last century it was far from my ideal place…I wanted old and vintagey and Victorian, I got 60′s with an extension, white plastic double glazed windows and a serving hatch from the kitchen.
In that house I began to learn what I did and didn’t like in decorating…at first I followed the crowd the same as everyone else around me…there was terracotta (euuuh) and stripped pine going on…but slowly I began to get a feel for what I liked…first thing to get updated were the bathrooms…being avocado green (no I don’t have much luck with inheriting bathrooms) we ripped it out and put in a plain white one with taps in the middle, freestanding but a bit more modern than the one I’ve got now.
Early on we re-carpeted and added wood floors…I think flooring sets the tone for how you live and I love in the feel of wood underfoot…in the main Living Room we had become proud new owners of white shagpile carpet (no the fact that it was white was not a good thing), it was worse in the hallway and included swirls of brown, black and …orange…upstairs made downstairs look pleasant with red shag pile and yucky greens… plus old stained and totally horrid carpet in the bathroom…but it did have double glazed windows ;-)
We ripped this carpet out and spent most of our budget on the carpeting the main living room (even though I loved wood, it was a big space and I had crawling babies)…I wanted sisal but actually went for a much more expensive option being pure wool woven into a natural pile, it looked like a sisal but felt like heaven …that was one seriously good buy…the day we moved out of there years later, the carpet looked as good as new…
Upstairs, having run out of money we went for wooden floors…in the days when no-one was having wooden floors….we had pulled up the red shag pile and seen that underneath, thank-you-very-much, actually there were some pretty tasty, fairly wide planked floorboards up there…well-meaning old people told us it would look ****, that it would be too cold, that it would be uncomfortable, be hard to dust and look cheap…a certain ahem older person in my life at that time, even asked me if we couldn’t afford carpet why did we buy the house. Yeah, go with that.
…but I took no notice and we threw the shag-pile out the window (literally) and got to work…we hired a floor sander for the weekend and on our own (no relatives were interested in helping us with our new house) got to grips with taking off the top layers of our ‘new’ floor…oh the dust, oh the work, oh it looked fantastic….I loved it!
I wanted it to be matt and washed but we weren’t sure how that would go and so we went with Yacht Varnish (used for boats) and it looked amazing…and the whole top floor of the house was brand new on a great budget…the cost of hiring a sander, a whole lot of enthusiasm, a young Mr Beach Cottage and a pot of varnish used on yachts….
Was it cold, nope, was it hard to clean, nada, was it uncomfortable, oh no, was it dusty, no way, did it look cheap, the opposite.
And so we rolled around in that house for a few years, had another baby, went for long long walks with prams, went to the pub with friends, built a barbecue with bricks and sucked it all up big-time.
(a lot of you asking for larger images, you can do that by clicking below)
And as Easter rolled around, it was my favourite time of year…the garden we had inherited was one of the best things about it…it couldn’t be further from the one I am in now…it was not only established, it had been planned to produce all year around…there were always flowers and happy things going on in that garden…and often me and that baby would spend a whole day rolling around, up to our eyes in the dirt.
Out the back door of the house was a patio, it faced South to South West and if the sun was out, even in Spring we could set up our table and sit out in the fresh air….after a dreary, grey British Winter, oh joy to get outside….I would plan my pots (I love how the English do that…there is nothing better than the English summer flowers) and my garden and dream of eating outside and big jugs of Pimms with cucumber and mint and ice…
And so today, I sit here, at Easter, with a pretty table on my old deck….but now in Autumn…the same lawnmowers are humming, there is still grass and an umbrella, I still dream of gardening and jugs of Pimms but now it’s good that it’s a bit cooler, and I still bore Mr Beach Cottage with plans about houses and sanders and Yacht Varnish
…but, really, life has moved on…there are no babies anymore and I miss that, there is the beach and blue sky and my joy at life in The Lucky Country but sometimes I just wish for one second I could go back to that patio, at Easter, facing South to South-West under an English sun.
Do you have memories of the places you’ve lived?
(oh and p.s. do you like my Easter table? …wanted brights to go with the white xo)