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Bloggy Blog #35

Fluff From a Pottery Barn Catalog


   In villages throughout the Hungarian countryside, these antique wide-mouthed glass jars were once used for the oldest form of food preservation. Like glassware used in cafes, ours has a classic-paneled design highlighted by a uniquely faceted base. Traditional teardrop-shaped handles and a mirror finish make our Classic Flatware both a versatile and stylish choice. Crafted of dense, heavy earthenware, these generously-sized pieces are hand glazed and microwave- and dishwasher-safe. 

   Give your space instant freshness and artisanal warmth with our new collection of pillow covers. Vibrant songbirds drawn from 19th-century ornithology books brighten our pillow covers. Our oversized print of an antique bird illustration has the marks and stains of age. This irresistibly soft popcorn-stitched bedding is perfect for cozy nights. If your favorite pajamas could be made into bedding, it would be this supremely comfortable collection. Printed on plush cotton, our softly shaded Bethany palampore makes a fresh style statement in the bath. 

   Style, simplicity, and fine craftsmanship were the hallmarks of Shaker furniture. Much like turn-of-the-century country antiques found in Michigan, our bench pairs a woven rush top with turned and espresso-stained hardwood legs. Pale colors lend a dreamy quality to traditional palampore, making our Bethany bedding soft, serene, and fresh. This lofty, supremely soft quilt is woven of 300-thread count cotton sateen that’s backed with superfine silk habotai. 

   We reinterpreted the twining, blooming vines of 19th-century Uzbek embroidery, or suzani, to create this striking rug. Artisans use lost-wax casting to craft our finely detailed wall sculpture. With rounded corners and gently flared legs, this beautifully crafted hardwood collection has a graceful silhouette that’s matched with incredible durability. Style and value go hand in hand in our Tyler Collection, made exclusively for us by a fine furniture maker known for superb quality. 

   Palaces in India once held furnishing coated entirely in silver. The curving forms of a grand balustrade are re-created by artisans and sized for a mantel or console. Our glass candleholders echo the familiar shape of turned wood while adding considerable sparkle. Delicate wall scones from France were the style source for these candlelight displays. Long burning and smokeless, our high-quality candles provide clear, beautiful light. 

   Expertly crafted by our master upholsterers in the heart of North Carolina, the Pearce Sectional is built to last. We looked to the bold functionality of 1940’s industrial design in creating this ladder shelving, crafted of steel with a deep antique-bronze finish. Crafted from sustainably harvested mahogany with paneled drawer fronts and frame-and-panel sides, these Craftsman-style tables have a handsome, traditional feel. Hand screened with numbers on the front and the dictionary definition for each on the back, our cotton/linen pillow covers stand out among prints and patterns. 

   We went to a venerable American textile house with an unrivaled reputation for quality to acquire this exclusive pattern of leaves and scrolls. Our Hudson Collection is defined by strong horizontal lines and exceptional workmanship.

   We translated the detailed illustrations of 19th-Century field guides into a pattern full of life and color. Rustic pine craftsmanship brings unparalleled warmth and individuality to this grandly scaled mirror, designed to coordinate with our Ashby Collection.

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