My mother is a hoarder. She will accept anything from s children. She will bring home from Manila anything we think is useless or broken. Most of the time, somehow the most of the junk has always a nook and a space in her old house. It's difficult for Mama to part from things that have grown old with her, even if it's a 10-year old Vaseline moisturizer, its contents turned into a murky grey substance or a Planter Cheez Curls Can, probably older than her first great grandson Keith, displayed along with her hundreds of wedding giveaways in her old tocador.
So can you imagine if we even suggest that we provide new furniture for her new home?
We never thought of that. In fact right from the very beginning, we imagined a modern house filled with old furniture, heirloom pieces or not, would emphasize the modern country concept.
We then started taking an inventory of Mama's furniture and contracted Eddie, the best carpenter in town to help us restore and enhance most of the existing furniture.
My mother's platera, inherited from her mother. We discovered there were secret drawers for expensive cutlery!
I love love love this cabin chair! Never thought my mother would have a pair of this!
Old Narra sidetable halfway sanded.
This coffee table was a revelation after it was stained!
My mom's old Narra coffee table. Looking elegant.
One of ten of the dining chairs re-uplholstered and refinished.
This used to be my grand mother's sidetable for her bed. It was baroque in design and in white!
