passed on

I wanted something to hold the bay window.

The lamp came from my mother. She bought a home as part of an estate sale, and this was one of the pieces the previous family left behind. It’s a danish walnut lamp from the early twentieth century. Its sculptural curves catch the light in the window, sitting against silk curtains and a small console where books gather. It feels anchored in the space, part of the room without trying to be a moment.

It’s a reminder of why antiques matter, especially in a house with history. I’m learning to appreciate the way pieces can carry their own stories and still coexist with modern elements. They bring weight and context without taking over, and when different periods layer together thoughtfully, the room feels cohesive, alive, and personal. The history is built in, but it never feels like history is being shown off.

It sits there quietly, holding the corner, letting the room breathe around it.

More soon,

L