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The Beasley Dining Room: I'm Back and I'm Bold.


I'm still here. I know you've probably been worried about me. I wish I had a really, really good excuse for not updating you since SEPTEMBER 18TH. What the heck? Did I fall off the planet? In short, yes. Being a School Counselor, a Ph.D. student, a mother, a wife, and trying to have some sort of social life does not leave much time for blogging. 

But, I make time for the important things, and by that I mean decorating my house. Duh. I wanted to give you a quick update on a project we JUST finished before Christmas. We still have 3 rooms in the works.

I can't remember if I every mentioned this to you, but when we were looking for a new house in Atlanta, my nonnegotiable was a formal dining room. I mean, I grew up in Pelzer and even then I had a dining room. Unfortunately, I haven't had one since. By golly, much to Aaron's dismay and broken heartedness, I rejected a lot of houses due to the Dining Room clause.

Why do I care about the dining room, you ask? Will a nook not suffice? A nice built in table some where? Even a formal dining area without 4 distinct walls? No. No, it will not. The Dining Room must have 4 walls that make a defined space. No sharing of walls. I'm a crazy person and Aaron is a gem for putting up with my foolishness. But, every person who loves home design will agree that the dining room is the most fun space to decorate. And, it matters. 

A dining room is the space for game night with friends, neighbors over for dinner, family moments. Your dining room will be the birth place of some of your most treasured memories. That space should have something to say. 

Without further adieu, I present to you the BEASLEY DINING ROOM. I thought about naming my rooms like hotels and conference centers. I present sent to you THE CLAIRMONT ROOM? DRESDEN ROOM? PEACHTREE? I'll give it some more thought...

Here are the photos from Zillow when the house was listed back in the Spring. It is truly every buyer's dream. An all white room. Five open windows. Faces the street. Has 3 wall sconces. Come on. 




Then, Jordon Beasley got a hold of it. All of my wildest, boldest, most colorful dreams have come true.

The Bar Cart. Yes, it's pink. And it's a dream.

One Kings Lane has these rattan bar carts in like 10 colors. Green. Orange. Red. Blue. Plain old boring natural wood.


Creative Co-op has ridiculous reasonably priced lighting, like this beauty here.

This natural lighting sealed the deal. I would've bought this house even if the roof was caving in. 

I had these curtains made. If you're in the Upstate, I've told you before and I'll tell you until I die, you HAVE to go to the Williamston Fabric Outlet. This crushed velvet material was $7 per yard. SEVEN. I had to get 30 yards. Mama, needs the discount. 

The wallpaper is Thibaut's Honshu in Navy and it is everything I've ever wanted.

An Entry Way Bonus. The Wallpaper is Schumacher, Chinois Fret. This room is still under construction.

That's all for now friends. More to come and soon, this time! I'm reflecting on 2019, so I'll have a resolution post up. I'm doing a 3 day juice cleanse, so I'll have NOTHING fun to do except write blogs and look at cupcakes online.



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