Photo taken in my home office – The Antiques Diva™ Headquarters in Berlin
Dear Diva Readers,
top:2px;padding-right:5px;font-family:times;”>Last year when I was profiled in a podcast interview by Ronda Carman on All the Best, I shared a little insight into my background growing up in Oklahoma. In Ronda’s typical Proustian interview style, she concluded the podcast by asking about my style icons – I had 3 answers to this question. First, I answered “Yves Saint Laurent.” When I lived in Paris I used to window peek into his apartment, oohing over the way he artfully combined the Baroque with Pop. Then I named Billy Haines – sadly no relation – one designer who, if he were still alive today, would totally “get” The Antiques Diva™ Tour motto of “antiquing with a champagne glass in one hand and a shopping bag in the other”. And lastly – and most importantly – I listed my mom.
to 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcTb8DnPVW4/S-Va64-JqGI/AAAAAAAAEuM/jkQFWKlQB2o/s400/mom+in+paris.jpg” border=”0″ />Growing up in a small town in Oklahoma, my parents didn’t have much money but my mom decorated our house with the simplest touches that always made our home warm and inviting. We certainly didn’t have the nicest house in town, and now as an adult who has grown up and moved around the world, seeing my family home I’m sometimes surprised by how humble it actually was. But my mom lived graciously. She always had a table cloth on the table and she always had flowers. From our back yard she picked iris, lilacs, roses and other blossoms or she’d wander into the pasture, picking long dry stems of wheat for fall décor. On sunny days we would take drives down country dirt roads and stop to clip branches off trees or gather wildflowers from the ditches.
to 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcTb8DnPVW4/S-VglV_PlDI/AAAAAAAAEuk/mNWaVKlD_kY/s400/Antiques+Diva+on+Horseback.jpg” border=”0″ />When she felt like splurging she’d pick up flowers at the grocery store, carefully counting her money – choosing a bouquet of blossoms often meant putting something else back on the shelf. Home we would go from the nearest big town – that thriving metropolis which was bulging with a population of 14,000 people– and after putting groceries away she’d pull out a tea kettle, one inherited from her mother, or perhaps one of her own flea market finds and she’d arrange displays that would make Paris’ Au Nom de la Rose weep with envy.
to 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcTb8DnPVW4/S-Va7QTsHFI/AAAAAAAAEuU/yN0mK7JoMWk/s400/oklahoma.jpg” border=”0″ />Sometimes my mother would sigh as she looked at decorating magazines… commenting how she’d love to be able to buy Baccarat vases or St Louis Crystal bowls to put her blooms. As an adult, I’ve grow up and I’ve moved away from my childhood home in Oklahoma. I’ve moved around the world, living in Paris, Amsterdam and Berlin, and I own a few of those very things my mother coveted. I love my crystal vases –but crystal vases are not what make my house feel like a home. Instead, it’s the simple touches – flowers arranged in make-shift vases – that lend a home-grown personality and style that sets my home décor apart from the house next door.
May all your days be lived graciously.
The Antiques Diva™