i love dining.
this is something that i have said over and over in my life - it usually gets a big laugh mixed with a few “you’re so high maintenance” side-eyes thrown in my direction.
that being said, it’s totally true. sitting around a dinner table with the loves of my life, laughing and drinking is attached to most of the memories i hold dearest to my heart and label as “favorites.”
as a result, my dining room holds energy from all sorts of engagements - the best and the worst.
for a long time, i was obsessed with hanging onto all of these memories. i wanted to keep all those memories alive, even if they weren’t bringing anything positive to my life. this functional space became a haven for moments i claimed to no longer care about - yet, when i was passing through, i felt the tingly tangles and i secretly loved it.
one day, i got over it. who knows why - but, out of nowhere i took the painting off the wall that i claimed was giving me strength and stared at my bare white walls. it felt better. i spent the day working away at my dining room table, feeling all hyper and motivated and full of emotions.
kate “the tot” worum inevitably got a call a few hours later : “kate, i want to do my dining room.”
being the supportive, positive gal she is, she said, “let’s do it.”
now, what to paint?? i wanted something feminine, something fun - something celebratory.
so, chandeliers it was.
dinner parties are better than ever on blaisdell - stop on over for some bonding.