If you live in a small town where everyone knows your name and your business and your monogram and how many wreaths you use to decorate the front door of a gatehouse….
…this story is for you.
When we first moved to the country and bought the farmhouse. everyone immediately made that farmhouse their business.
They would drive by the house slowly and stare, just to make sure they didn’t miss anything. They’d look at the trails of wallpaper scraps and the new porch and the new front door and the old kitchen cabinets on the lawn and the piles of lumber from all the parts of walls we took down….
….and talk about it over dinner.
And when I went to a party or baseball game or the gas station or the school….someone would inevitably stop me and the question would always be the same.
“What are y’all doing to that farmhouse?”
One day I sat at a church potluck eating fried chicken and coleslaw… as all the farmhouse questions swirled around me.
“What color is the kitchen?”
“Did you take down the wallpaper?”
“What did you do with all the lace curtains?”
“How are you decorating it?”
I took one last bite of chicken and answered all the questions patiently….but when I got to the last question, I paused.
I mean….seriously….my decorating style? How could I explain it? Farmhouse meets old stuff I really like meets the window from the side of the road meets amazing fabrics meets an old barn door?
It all might get a little lost in translation.
So I simplified it and said, “It’s kind of like Pottery Barn.”
They nodded at the mention of that great decorating mecca and smiled.
They understood. Those six words said it all.
Then one lady added, “But there’s not a Pottery Barn around here to shop at? What do you do?”
“No worries,” I replied. “There’s Pottery Barn online and the malls in Nashville are only a couple of hours away. And Pottery Barn ships everywhere….even to the country.”
I thought that was the end of the discussion and turned back to my friend chicken and coleslaw, when all of a sudden I heard a voice from the back of the room.
“Excuse me,” said a man standing near the door. He grinned a toothy grin at me and said words that sounded like music to my ears, “There’s a Pottery Barn here. Yes sirree. We have a Pottery Barn. It’s about twenty minutes away.”
A Pottery Barn?
Was he serious?
There was a Pottery Barn twenty minutes away from here and no one had mentioned it until now? Why hadn’t anyone told me? How had I lived here for over a year without the incredible realization that there was a Pottery Barn right around the corner?
“A Pottery Barn,” I squeaked. “There’s a Pottery Barn close to here?”
“Yep,” he replied. “Just take the highway and turn left at the light and it’s right next to the jewelers. You can’t miss it. It’s called the Clay Store…and they have all kinds of pottery.”
I said nothing.
And at my expression of utter speechlessness, he warmed to his subject, “You know….if you drive to Nashville you can’t miss all the barns. Just look beside the road and you’ll see ’em…..
….pottery barn after pottery barn after pottery barn.”
It’s a Christmas miracle.
See….yes KariAnne, there is a pottery barn. 🙂
It’s day ten of the twelve days of Christmas.
And now here’s some more Christmas inspiration from some of my favorite people.
Just click on the links below to take you to the projects.