All winter, the screened porch stayed empty. Cold temperatures--and snow--kept me indoors; but I never stopped dreaming about the porch. I knew one thing: decorating this space wouldn't happen in one fell swoop. It would take time. Our move hadn't been easy. The spirit was willing to pull things together, but the body refused to cooperate. Not to worry. I would use what I had and hope that when the right pieces came along, I would have funds to buy them.
That evening, as we sat on the porch, listening to songs on Pandora, I moved furniture in my mind's eye. I imagined myself shopping the house, poking through boxes. The next day, I got to work. The porch had a rustic vibe, perfect for my old farm table and the wicker chairs. I'd been using a bench in the man cave, along with an outdoor Chippendale bench. For now, these pieces could work on the porch.
I foraged in the yard for branches and flowers. I love the wildness of a pulled-together bouquet.
So far, I had seating (love seat, wicker chairs, rockers). The bench worked fine as a coffee table. I have a couple of sisals all rolled up. I hauled the smallest rug up to the porch (it took a few days for the winkles to settle down). Now, I needed comfort. The living room in my old house had been white and black, so I didn't have to buy pillows. These went onto the loveseat and chairs.
Finally, I dug out two plant stands, then I went to Home Depot to find shade loving plants. I came home with two ferns.
Now it was time to forage in the spidery garage. I dug out one of the big lanterns that had been left by a previous owner. Even though it's not Christmas, I couldn't resist the willow star.
Here's a peek at the other end of the porch, the "eatin' end."
Here's how it looked last weekend:
(I'm still deliriously happy about the blooming hydrangeas.)
At dusk, the light softens and deepens, and the porch takes on a different mood.
I tried to get a picture of the whole porch. It's rectangular. In the front, you'll find a place for sitting (or rocking), and in the rear, a small dining space.
I hope to eventually find a love seat, the kind with deep cushions, perfect for reading or writing; chairs would be lovely, too. Smaller scale furniture seems like it will work best, rather than a 3-cushion sofa and two wicker chairs. But for now, the dining chairs can be called into service, and the Chippendale bench will provide seating. I have string lights, but the electrician can't get here until June. The other day, I stopped by Ferguson's, and I saw adorable barn light sconces in the showroom. That said...patience, my dear. It's best to move slowly, because a room really does tell you what it needs--and doesn't need.
I only wish that I'd worked on this room sooner. Once, it was empty and forbidding. Now, we have places to sit and dream--and eat homemade barbecue.