But last summer my son had a vision that the room could be transformed - and he made that dream a reality. Rather than scrape wallpaper for days, he used a texture technique that could be applied to the existing walls. Using ordinary tissue paper that had been wadded up and then re-flattened, he adhered each piece individually to the walls using a small amount of paint (in our case, a soft antique white). While this was very time consuming and elicited the help of most family members, the result was a stucco appearance that rivaled the feel of vintage European architecture.
The light reminded me of an old-fashioned gas light, which would be perfect for an al fresco setting, and the ivy garland at the top was to help recreate the atmosphere of an outdoor experience. I managed to find a copy of the menu of Le Moulin de la Galette (my ultimate Parisian dining experience) which I printed and framed, and I used a collage frame to showcase some Parisian postcards circa turn of the 20th century.
While it is hidden from view in this photo, I did manage to find an Eiffel Tower desk lamp at a local flea market to use on my French provincial nightstand from childhood that serves as the perfect side table where I can put my beverage, a scented candle, and a holder for all my writing utensils.
terrific online printing service that cropped the photo to my specific dimensions and mounted it on foam board for stability. My husband was able to use his carpentry skills to tape the photo to the back of the frame, adhere the shudders to the side of window, and then secure the window to the wall. The result was perfection!
The trunk belonged to my husband's grandmother and is the quintessential symbol of exotic travel. And while it is impossible to tell from this photo, I have small tea lights embedded within the ivy that add a warm twinkling glow after dark.
I also have a fountain in the room, that lends a soothing sound of trickling water... albeit a bit too loud for this small space. And in an effort to entice all the senses, I have a Baguette scented candle that when lighted takes me back to the fragrant aroma of the small neighborhood boulangerie ... and I recently purchased a 3-CD collection of Parisian Cafe songs that I play in the background.
It might be a number of years before I return to my beloved Paris... but until then, I can come very close to recreating that intimate cafe experience every single day. Many many thanks to my son... and husband... who made this dream a perfect reality.