"Balderbrae" home of David Easton
In the last 72 hours my little neck of the woods has gone from crackling fire season straight to bathing suit season. This means that the fireplaces have to be cleaned or my entire house will smell like a barbecue pit, and not in a good way.
Back-wash aside, I started thinking about the fireplace, and more specifically, the mantel, and what to do when it's not in use as a either a heating source or a seasonal holiday prop.
I love the beauty below.
Found at Cote De Texas , the blog author was adamant about wanting to take her hand along the mantel and knock everything off.
I get where she's coming from, but I must say that I love it. The mantel is part of the big picture of this room, and an emblem of an interesting life.
My inner anglophile is obsessed with the English mantel, laden with memorabilia, cards, photographs, and invitations.
Maybe I'll get an invitation to one of the many events this season celebrating the Queen's Diamond Jubilee. And with the help of a vintage flower frog...
... it will garner a place of honor on one of my mantels.
What to do in front of the mantel....
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