It's the first blog post of the year! Look, I'm not going to lie, I personally have been taking the beginnings of 2017 deliberately slow and, I feel great about that. I've been busy redecorating and decluttering our own apartment, which you can see a bit more of on my Instagram. Over the festive season, I think I've realised where I get my boho and collecting tendencies from. I can honestly say I love all kinds of styles, from scandi to country, but where I'm most comfy, is in an eclectic surround, with a colourful mix of modern and vintage, and loads of natural texture.
When I was at Mums for Christmas, I looked around and realised why...
Although I would say we have quite different taste, there is such a sentimental familiarity about so many objects around this place. I couldn't help but start exploring and capturing what I could see, in a way that showcases the nostalgia for me.
(This was all happening much to my husband's mild annoyance..."When are you coming to sit down and drink a mojito?!")
Mum has had this ceramic nativity scene for as long as I can remember, and the little angels too. I'm not sure if all the pieces are there, but I do remember unwrapping it when it arrived in the post, it had those strips of paper for packaging, and a lot of brown paper and cardboard.. and I have often wondered, why is baby Jesus always white?
Mum has ALWAYS loved a good cane furniture piece. I think the cane might be the essence of a boho spirit, and one can never have too many cane chairs... see examples below...
It is layers upon layers, of stories and thoughts, ideas and inspiration. Objects and colours. Textures and materials. Little nooks of colour study, with lines and histories. New finds that must be found, and old treasures that can't be let go of.
This velvet chair might be my favourite item, especially with the beautiful family image above. Spot another cane piece here too...
I gave that wooden carved elephant to my mum for a gift, I remember as a kid finding it and thinking how much she would love it, (she's a bit obsessed with elephants.) Now here she is, strong and sturdy, yet worn and wise, having travelled the Tasman sea... up the mountain to Tamborine.
So the nearest town to where we grew up in rural New Zealand, was Thames. And back in the day, there was a major gold rush. So major, that Thames was even the capital of New Zealand for a short time. I'm pretty sure this brass statue came from the local tourist stop, when my Nanna first moved into town, it's been around a long time. And see that little dish, I used to press my finger firmly into those little flower shaped holes to make an indent on the finger pad.
And.. spy more elephants.
Some more little nooks and crannies from around their space. Lush green leaves, and relics of interest. This is my Mama's home. xx