Hello lovelies. It’s Mandy here. Please indulge me for a second because I’m in a sentimental mood (not drunk, sentimental!). What I find so special about this blog and you as an audience is that everyday it feels like chatting to a group of smart, funny, cool, interesting, enthusiastic, supportive friends over a pot of tea and
a slice too many slices of chocolate cake. It’s also a very unique forum where Vicki and myself (thanks Vix, I always feel so lucky to be a part of your amazing vision) get to show and share not only the trends, fabulous local finds, local and international decor and design news and other bits and bobs of loveliness, but also feel comfortable enough to share looks that we adore but might not be universally appealing. There’s never any trolling or eye-rolling or ermergerd-ing, just likes and loves and not-so-sures-but-I-can-see-the-appeal or firm but kind not-for-me’s and other thoughtful comments. So while I know this is a blog about ‘stuff’, and in a world that’s a bit scary right now ‘stuff’ is not the be all and end all, it’s the stuff that certainly makes my life more interesting and colourful and I just felt like saying a little thank you and kiss-kiss hug-hug for being such a receptive and amazing group. Vicki and I have been chatting about getting together to do a special reader event, and I think before the end of this year we really should make a plan. Would you guys be keen?
Okay, enough with the feelsies and on to today’s inspiration, which has everything to do with patina. There was a time when Vicki and I just needed to say the word ‘patina’ to each other and we’d roll on the floor in fits of laughter (a little in-joke from our time together at House & Leisure). But the older I get, maybe because there’s so much damn patina on my face (!), I really and truly appreciate the mark of time on things. Mottled mirrors, wooden furniture bearing the grooves and imprints of hands and bumps and scratches, silver-plated cutlery that has not been polished to within an inch of its life, pretty weeds inexplicably growing through the cracks on my stoep with its peeling paint revealing several layers of colour… I revel in seeing the process of ageing on objects; for some reason I draw a strong sense of comfort from it. I am especially enamoured right now with chalky distressed walls (in other words lime washed, but it doesn’t sound as romantic) that have an unfinished, weathered, stained look. There are lots of paint-effect techniques online and lime wash chalk paints if you don’t live in a tumbledown chateau or turn-of-the-century industrial loft. Two non-negotiables in replicating the look are the paint (always matt) and the colours – shades of chalky grey, pink, green, slate, pigmented blue and bone white. The whole point, as you can see, is that it should look as if the painter’s packed away their things and left before finishing the job, or that the elements somehow gave your walls a bit of a dressing down while you were out. A lime washed wall is one of the most whimsical ways to add character to a space and the way I like it is extra distressed. I’ve got such FOMO looking at these pics and wish, when we painted last year, that I’d done something similar. It’s definitely on the cards for the next mini make-over, unless we have a leaking ceiling when it finally does rain, in which case I’ll just leave it be. Oh, Dreamweaver Studios also have a gorgeous range that mimics the distressed, just-stripped-the-plaster-back-and-look-what-was-underneath-effect if you’re not into the commitment of a paint. Is this a look you’d like at home? xx