Filling in the spaces

There’s a portion of the hallway that is visible from the living room that was noticeably blank for quite some time.  I had imagined a console table with a large framed something above it for this space.  I found this black console table at Pier 1 a few months ago.

It was a little smaller than what I wanted, but it was a great price and gave me the option to re-use an existing collage-type frame we had that had a black and gold frame.  This frame used to hold pictures from our wedding.  When I finally got around to making our wedding album (2 yrs after the fact), those were removed from the frame.  This time around, I decided to fill it with pictures of things that were unique to our neighborhood.

The pictures are: the church whose bells I love to listen to, the historic Fitzgerald home, Fillet & Vine (also known as Derk’s) a great meat and three, a Garden District sign (our neighborhood), our red front door, a Cloverdale sign (the adjacent neighborhood), the Capri (a historic theater), our street sign, and a window of a church on the park.  I thought it was a neat way to be proud of our new neighborhood and the pictures turned out pretty good!

Back to the table…it has been a resting place for knick-knacks mostly, but I finally got it looking the way I want.

For now, it is home to one of our engagement photos, an old book, a flower arrangement, a vase, and a decorative tray.  The engagement photo was put there mainly because I love that frame.  The picture in the frame may change out over time, but it will do for now.  I mentioned the flower arrangement from Travis in an earlier post and the vase and tray were wedding gifts. 

The real jewel in this bunch is the shabbiest looking item – the old book.  It’s not just any old book.  It happens to be a copy of The Rape of the Lock printed in 1913.

I don’t particularly love Alexander Pope, but the book just happened to belong to my grandmother’s mother while she was in college at UC, Berkley. 

Of course, I never knew her, but my dad speaks so lovingly of her that I know she must have been someone special.  If she was anything like my grandmother, I know she was.