I won’t apologize for my French Provincial Bedroom Set.
Although I am the first to admit that it takes bad taste to a
whole new level.
It was a wedding gift from my mother’s sister, who had
an “in” at the Furniture Mart.
In the showroom, she gave me a choice between a dark
Spanish Inquisition Style or an off-white-and-gold-distressed
French Provincial Suite.
Louis the 14th prevailed.
My aunt was quick to point out that we were getting a great
deal for her money: two dressers, one with an attached
mirror; a bed frame; an ornate headboard and footboard; and
even two matching end tables.
Eight matching pieces, a completely distressed French Provincial
family!
Over the years—many, many, years—I sought ways to deal
with the garish clan.
I tried to sell it, so I could buy something updated and modern.
No takers.
I inquired at antique stores and vintage shops, ones I thought
would appreciate retro kitsch.
No takers.
I tried to give it away.
Individual pieces elicited interest, but I couldn’t bear breaking
up the “family.”
Eventually, I accepted my Versailles Wedding Bed Chamber as
fated, pre-ordained, a sort of furniture beshert.
I came to realize it’s one-of-a-kind and durable, just like my marriage.