This room was worth the work, and it really has been a lot of work. Layer upon layer of painting, and sanding, and painting again, and then finally glazing. But it is a beautifully functional space. It all started here, with Willow Decor’s butler’s pantry:
I fell in love with this room, and I knew I wanted to incorporate one into the new space. So I started looking around to see how I could make it my own unique look. We loved these “X glass doors” from Christopher Peacock:
And I love the detailed trim and plate rack from Clive Christian cabinetry: 
Then we put it all together:
And the walls: I troweled on a fine milled plaster, neutral in color, with a hint of shimmer. They add to the formality of the room.
Some details:
This is one of those times that I wish I was a better photographer. The cabinets are white, but they have a metallic glaze that almost gives them the look of a polished sea shell.
A fun little add that my husband wanted, great storage:
So to summarize this week of posts, we started with one, not so functional sitting room:
And ended up with three new spaces:
One:
Two:
Three:
A wide shot look at all three spaces:
This is an up-close shot of the dark wall you see above:
Thanks for hanging with me all week. Have a safe and happy hurricane weekend!
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I’ll get to the loveliness of Lucketts in a minute, but I just can’t help but make this post more about being lucky with friends than being lucky at Lucketts. I know a thing or two about not having friends. If I’m being honest, I’ve lived the majority of my years on this earth without friends. Oh how I know the hurt of mean girls! Do you? I know what it feels like to be alone. I know what it feels like to be talked about. I know what if feels like to be pushed around and afraid to go to school. And the sad thing is, adult girls can sometimes look a whole lot like the young girls from our past. Oh their ways of hurting are disguised differently, but it creates the same wound. I mention all these things for only one purpose, to tell you that the found treasures of the weekend weren’t at all the stuff I saw, but rather the girls I got to see it all with. I think because I spent some much time without girlfriends that would love me despite myself, I cherish that much more my girls today. They are the kind of girls that know all about your junk, and love you anyway. The kind of girls that are the hands and feet of Christ to you. I have such a great group of girlfriends, and though I only had a few of them with me this weekend, I couldn’t help but love all of them even more after being away with a few of them for a couple of days.


















































