I love the pacing of this room. It unfolds in little vignettes. First, "Oh, there's the dining room". Then you see the pretty focal point of the window wall, then you notice the hutch. Of course, my beverages were totally depleted when I went to take this picture. This room is the pass-through to my husbands office, and he likes to sneak a bottle of Martinelli's now and then. The picture is hanging on the wall, there is no back to the hutch. That's where the window was before.
My father in law's mother bought this crystal punch bowl at an antique store in Virginia City, Nevada in the early 1960's. The family had lived all over the world, but had just moved to Reno. My mother in law inherited it, and it moved around with them until she passed it down to me when I was living in Oregon. We love that it's come home, just down the road from where my husband's grandma bought it almost 60 years ago. It is 2 pieces, the pedestal and the bowl. The bowl is so heavy, I can hardly carry it. I love that it is safely in that little niche, tucked away from my rowdy boys, refracting the sunshine by day and twinkling in the chandelier lights by night.
I host at least Sunday dinner every week. My table seats 12, and if more people join us, there's always the kitchen. Last night my sister and her family joined us along with my mother and father in law. Most weeks we have our college-student cousins over. Their gratitude towards being in my home encourages me to keep on with this tedious renovation for another week. Don't wait to share your home until it is perfect, because it never will be.
Oh, and speaking of things being real, every room needs a living, breathing plant. The dining room has a fern on a nifty brass plant stand. The fern has such long fronds and you can barely see the pot. It reminds me of Cousin It and it always makes me smile.