Favourite Things Friday

First - a thank you to everyone who linked up last week. I was blown away by the level of link-iness and loved popping around and having a squizz at what your favourites were. There were some corkers! If you'd like to play "show  me yours and I'll show you mine " this week , all you have to do is write a post about something you love and link up to this one. Easy Peasy.

I don't have any particular style or theme for my house and so I've ended up with an "eclectic" mixture of furniture. Please note: Eclectic is what you call things when other people might think your house looks like a conglomeration of stuff you brought home from the tip. I  try to have theme or colour scheme for each room but I love mixing old and new and seeing what happens. I love using accent pieces that draw your eye to a particular spot in a room. 

My favourite thing this week is the old dresser mirror in the entrance of my house. This is the first thing you see when I open the front door and say "Come on in -Let's crack open that wine ". 

It came to be mine through a series of unusual circumstances. About 10 years ago I was antique shopping with Mother of Pyjamas  and  we came across this. MOP fell in love but it was a slightly expensive piece to buy on a whim. She hesitated and so I said "Your birthday is coming up - if you really want it -I'll pay for half" . Faster than you can say "Done Deal" , she bought it , took it home and started auditioning spots for it round her house. I'm going to confess I was secretly  jealous because I  loved this piece too. It's old and someone took a lot of time hand cutting those dovetail joints to make sure it would last a lifetime.

For the next 4 years that mirror got moved around while she attempted to find the perfect spot for it. I swear it was in a different place every single time I visited. And eventually MOP ran out of places to try it in and rolled up to my place one day with it in her arms when I opened the front door. 

She was almost crying when she said to me"I cant find anywhere for this to go in my house. I've brought it to you to see if you can find a spot for it" All of which  was said with the same air of sadness and regret  that you might use if you were giving one of your children away.

I lovingly took it out of her arms , walked two steps and put it on top of the hallway table where it matched perfectly and said "Thanks Mum". 

It's equal parts of scary and really funny when you see your mother practically spitting blood. For 4 years she'd been trying to find the perfect spot and I'd just found it in less than 3 seconds. I'm pretty sure she still wants to hit me every time she comes to my house and it laughs at her as she walks in the front door.

Sorry Patty-Finders Keepers. You can have visiting rights though.

P.S. I would like to point out my mother would never ever give any of her children away . Not even when she threatened to on a daily basis while we were in our teenage years.