I loved the entire house, but I was particularly taken with the sitting room that adjoins the master bedroom.
You see, I have a friend in Cleveland (a little more than 3-hours away) who I visited for the opening night of a theatrical performance he was in. The following day, on the way home, I stopped at an antique shop in a very random Ohio town, one I never would have found without google assistance. I went in looking for pieces for the new space, and I struck up a conversation with a vendor there. She and I spent half an hour or more talking about how fun it was to redecorate, when I started to describe the chairs I was in love with, but needed to find in my budget. She immediately lit up, and said: "Oh my, darlin', I know exactly what you're looking for! I have a pair!"
I was suspicious. She just happened to have a pair of Italian Savonarola chairs sitting around? How much did she want for them? Did she REALLY know what I was talking about. I didn't see anything like that in her booth. I pulled out my phone and googled Tara's bedroom. "These chairs?" I asked. "Yessir, they look a lot like that. A little different, not as ornate, but they're very close. You wanna see them?"
Did I want to see them!? OF COURSE! But I couldn't very well say, DUH to someone who had been so nice. She said "I've got them at my house, which is only about 2 miles from here, headed back your way, actually. Why don't you follow me there, and you can take a look at them."
Now, I've watched every episode of Criminal Minds. I have several friends who absolutely believe that I will die one day blindly trusting a stranger who tells me they have antiques inside for sale. I can't help it! Obviously, she didn't murder me. In fact, she led me back to a pair of lovely Savonarola chairs that had been custom made by a metal artist for her late sister. Having been stored outside, and being made of iron, they had some issues. I thought, surely she's going to want a lot more than I have to spend on these, and then I'm going to have to fix them. I said, "you're right! The frame is great." She replied: "They need some work, but I bet you can figure out how to do that, can't ya?"
At this point, I wasn't sure if I should say yes or no. I've never been good at haggling. Do you say yes, and then look like you are a DIY-expert and should pay full price, or do you say no and play off the money you're going to have to pay to have an expert do it as part of your offer? I ignored the question and instead answered, "well how much were you looking to get for them?"
"Oh handsome, you can have them!" WHAT!? Have, like free, like I can take these and you're not going to call the cops and tell them someone with New York license plates stole your Savonarola chairs!? (Sidenote: Wouldn't that be a hilarious 9-1-1 call? "Ma'am, your what chairs?) I said, "Oh, no, I can't just take them, please let me give you something for them." And here's where you need to grab the tissues:
She smiled, put her hand on my forearm, and said: "Honey, my sister loved to decorate. She loved it so much, I think it's the only thing that kept her going for so long. Since she passed, I haven't been able to talk about decorating with anyone, until you came along. Baby, she would have wanted you to have these, and so do I." Oh I was a ball of lumpy Artie at that point. I said: "I will love them and cherish them, and I thank you for trusting me to give them a good home."
We were both in tears at that point, and I sat with her for another hour and a half, talking about design, looking at her lovely home, and discussing my apartment plans, including what I had intended for the chairs. I loaded them up, and headed back to New York, the proud owner of both a beautiful pair of storied Savonarola chairs, and a new friend.
It took quite a bit of elbow grease to get them finished, but I couldn't adore them more. Make sure to keep your eyes peeled for more about them and the rest living room, soon. Anyway, back to the whole point of this blog post: Tara's changes. I often look back at the pictures of Tara's bedroom for inspiration. Last night, I found that things had changed. Here's the sitting room as featured in Veranda:
And here it is now:
What happened to the Italian Savonarola chairs!? I was beside myself when I saw that they were gone. Had she sold them? Had they been moved? Where did these chairs come from, and why switch out the Savonarola chairs? I had to dig for answers! Thankfully, they came pretty easily. Most everything had just been moved from room to room. When Veranda did their feature on the dining room of Tara's house, it looked like this:
Now, it looks like this:
Ah! The Savonarola's weren't sold, they were just moved to the dining room, which consequently looks entirely different than it did for the Veranda shoot. Where did that stuff go? The iron urn that was behind the daybed in the bedroom sitting area is now in the foyer, replacing a fern from the Veranda shoot:
The lovely leather seated Gustavian chairs from the dining room went into the breakfast room, which looked like this in Veranda:
but now looks like this:
The living room that launched a thousand ships looked like this in Veranda:
and there haven't been too many changes, actually:
Tables have been moved, what was the coffee table is now a side table, which the doesn't leave room for the console that was one on that side of the fireplace. The trunk on the right of the fireplace was replaced with a different console table, and the French fauteuils are gone. The one thing that jumps out at me is the switch in art above the fireplace. Tara switched out the architectural fragment for this black and white photo.
Tara's library and office was featured in Veranda above, but some significant changes in the furniture below:
New table, chairs, and lamps. The modern Barcelona chair and ottoman is gone, and a silver cowhide covers the silk area carpet. The Gustavian guest chair was once in the guest room. The guest room when featured in Veranda, below:
I love when designers switch up their houses, particularly like this. Most all of the foundation elements of Tara's rooms stayed completely in tact, showing how easily things can move from room to room when you have the foundation well planned, and you live with what you love.