Mr. Blandings and I had a dinner party Friday night. We were having thirteen guests and the last few weeks were spotted with menus and planning and cleaning.
While Mr. B wants to talk food, it is usually the last thing on my mind. He’s a very good cook. The food is always great. It is the first box I check when planning a party at home.
My granny lamps are happy in their new spot in the front hall and the parchment shades finally arrived. A former blogger on whom I relied for stylish advice, House of Beauty and Culture, graciously provided a suggestion for the shades as lamp millinery is a stumbling block for me.
He suggested the shade but also planted the seed that a border, like that of a French mat, would be a nice detail. When I emailed back, “Huh?” he was lovely and sent me pictures and instructions.
HOBAC had suggested insetting the line by a quarter of an inch, but I was chicken. After mixing the paint and adding the glaze I was really afraid as I thought there was a great possibility that disaster loomed.
The first two lines were awful and I mumbled a particularly unpleasant twelve letter word. A little more glaze and a better brush seemed to do the trick and, well, fortunately there is a “back” so the worst of it is to the wall.
I don’t know if this is quite what House had in mind and while he might not care to be credited with inspiring my amateurish attempts, I am incredibly grateful.