There is a room in our house that has had a identity crisis since we moved in. It is in the middle of the house. It has three doorways. It has built in bookshelves which take up one entire wall. It also has a closet. Here are somethings it is not: It is not a bedroom. It is not a nursery. It is not a guestroom. It is not an office. It is not a playroom. It has tried all of these titles out, but none of them have stuck. We just call it the blue room. Currently, it is a dining room and lately I've been feeling like I need to make a bigger effort at helping this one stick.
I got a vintage tablecloth from Ebay. I finished out the windows with new blinds and fashioned some curtains from a Dwell tablecloth.
I recovered our homemade bench with fabric from my stash.
Refurbished some picture frames with new prints and some paint.
It still feels like it's missing something. Maybe a hanging plant. I don't know... chances are it will serve a different purpose next month.