Though it’s never been my intention to have a working television in our living room–living rooms are for quiet reflection or visits with loved ones–I’ve often visualized the day when I would come across the perfect television for our living room.
I visualized myself rounding a corner at an antiques store or flea market to find it. I saw where I would place it in my room. Then I waited, knowing that one day the hunt would bring us together.
And so it did. Last summer as I searched the upstairs loft of a Flagstaff Antiques store my vision came to fruition,uniting me at last with the love of my dreams.
I don’t use the word “love” lightly. If I have one rule in my search for a “lucky find” it is that before I will buy anything I must be punch drunk in love with it. I’m talking swooning head, weak in the knees, butterflies in the stomach true love.
And so it is with my living room television. It–along with my other finds–brings joy to my heart which brings joy to my home.
“A home has to reflect the people who live there–tell the stories of who they are–and it’s not instant. It should be assembled and layered over time. When our homes really reflect who we are and who we aspire to be, that’s when you have a space that everyone is drawn to.” ~~Nate Burkus
Oh how I am drawn to my home. We are quite in love, this home and I. And it has much to do with the careful, joy filled assembly of my lovely lucky finds.
(This antique radio sat in the living room of my childhood home. A television sits in mine. I wonder what my kids will display in theirs)