Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Faux Bamboo

I've written about vintage bamboo here and here.  And, although you may not believe it, there's even faux bamboo.  It's also referred to as Chinoiserie or Hollywood Regency.

There is faux bamboo furniture.

Faux Bamboo Chest





Faux Bamboo Dresser




Modern Desk with Faux Bamboo Base

Faux Bamboo Wall Covering
My Favorite Set of Chinoiserie Dining Room Chairs
Chinoiserie Bed
Garden Stools
Chinoiserie Garden Screen and Garden Furniture

Upholstered Garden Chairs
Nesting Tables

Chinoiserie Benches


Chinoserie Chairs
A Selection of  Faux Bamboo Chairs

Mirrors
Lighting



So what do you prefer?  Vintage Bamboo? Faux?

Kathy

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Click on the individual images for original sources or visit my  Pinterest boards:
Bamboo and Chinoiserie .
You'll find even more examples there.

And, if you've become a new fan of Chinoiserie, please vist the blogs

Friday, August 30, 2013

A Visitor On My Front Porch

I got home late from Back-To-School Night and all I wanted to do was sit down and rest.  I didn't have to go to the gym today.  I got plenty of exercise.  There are three floors in my son's school and every class was on a different floor.  I don't know how he gets to class on time.  Yep, seven times up and down two flights of stairs.  I'm glad I went though so I could put a face to his classes.

We have been taking a photo of him every year on the first day of school in the same spot.  I can't believe he's in High School.  He's holding up nine fingers.  I guess I'll have to make a sign for Junior and Senior year since we'll have run out of fingers----- if he'll even let me take his photo.

My Cute Freshman

Well, back to the visitor on my porch.  As soon as I got home my son and my husband said check your camera card.  Before I share what was on the photo I just wanted to show the porch.

My Front Porch




On either side of the bench are a pair of convex mottled mirrors.





Look  who was on the camera.




Here's a closer look at the visitor.




This morning we checked to see if he was spending the night behind the mirror.  It was empty.  Whew!
I wonder how much more of him was behind the mirror.

Oh the joys of living near a field.


Kathy