Over the years I have communicated my visions, values, and ideas through my books and DVDs, my stores, and even my products. But now I venture into the world of a "blog". The word is a little odd, but I welcome the opportunity of this new vehicle of communication.
I will begin with my upbringing and how it formed the path which led me to create Shabby Chic: I was raised in London into an artistic bohemian home. Books lined our walls and floors due to my father’s insatiable appetite for reading and his antique book business. My mum had a business of buying and restoring antique dolls and their clothes. Drawers and cupboards filled with scruffy scraps of lace fabric flowers and velvets waited to be chosen for the next project my mum would begin. This was the beginning of my lessons on “less is more”. Mum always knew when to stop the restoration so that the imperfection of their age would be embraced rather than erased (Barbie dolls would satisfy the needs of perfection). Playing the piano, sewing and painting were somehow also layered into my mum's daily life.
My sister Deborah was born with a wealth of talent. Playing the violin, performing dances (of which she still does), sewing clothes, and creating extraordinary illustrations completed the richness of culture and creativity in our home. In my early years I mainly observed and absorbed the creativity. But years later I credit my creative abilities to the subliminal influences of such an array of talent.
Fleamarketing with my family was my introduction into appreciating unique, soulful, whimsical beauty.
When I opened my first Shabby Chic store in 1989, I primarily sold faded floral and white denim slip covered furniture, fleamarket treasures, and pretty accessories. My previous jobs, including set design and wardrobe styling were contributing factors to my abilities to work with fabrics, create vignettes, and my sometimes neurotic attention to detail.
I never really had a plan for my business. I just felt there was a void in the market of a home furnishing store that sold beautiful and comfortable things that were also practical for the sticky fingers of children and other inevitable messes that a lived life leaves behind. At the same time I had a two-year-old daughter, Lily, and a newborn son, Jake. So it was the perfect test on how to have a home that is "beautiful, functional, and comfortable", while still having many years ahead of sofas becoming "forts" and sheets becoming "tents".
The growth and evolution of my children and Shabby Chic have been parallel over the years. Just recently, both of my children went to college. And now it's Shabby Chic's turn to grow, expanding with more stores, online business, and products.
Click here to find out other Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic® store locations
Click here to go to Shabby Chic's online store
Within the last 20 years Shabby Chic has had times of being “in and out”. But the one constant for me was always trying to keep my voice and expression through my products. Hard sometimes to explain how a ruffle or flakey painted wood could be a reflection of my voice, but to me it is saying there is imperfection in beauty, there is pride in uniqueness and there is soul, warmth and humor in the unexpected.
Here is a sampling of what to look forward to in the future, along with whatever else life might reveal...
I will begin with my upbringing and how it formed the path which led me to create Shabby Chic: I was raised in London into an artistic bohemian home. Books lined our walls and floors due to my father’s insatiable appetite for reading and his antique book business. My mum had a business of buying and restoring antique dolls and their clothes. Drawers and cupboards filled with scruffy scraps of lace fabric flowers and velvets waited to be chosen for the next project my mum would begin. This was the beginning of my lessons on “less is more”. Mum always knew when to stop the restoration so that the imperfection of their age would be embraced rather than erased (Barbie dolls would satisfy the needs of perfection). Playing the piano, sewing and painting were somehow also layered into my mum's daily life.
My sister Deborah was born with a wealth of talent. Playing the violin, performing dances (of which she still does), sewing clothes, and creating extraordinary illustrations completed the richness of culture and creativity in our home. In my early years I mainly observed and absorbed the creativity. But years later I credit my creative abilities to the subliminal influences of such an array of talent.
Fleamarketing with my family was my introduction into appreciating unique, soulful, whimsical beauty.
When I opened my first Shabby Chic store in 1989, I primarily sold faded floral and white denim slip covered furniture, fleamarket treasures, and pretty accessories. My previous jobs, including set design and wardrobe styling were contributing factors to my abilities to work with fabrics, create vignettes, and my sometimes neurotic attention to detail.
I never really had a plan for my business. I just felt there was a void in the market of a home furnishing store that sold beautiful and comfortable things that were also practical for the sticky fingers of children and other inevitable messes that a lived life leaves behind. At the same time I had a two-year-old daughter, Lily, and a newborn son, Jake. So it was the perfect test on how to have a home that is "beautiful, functional, and comfortable", while still having many years ahead of sofas becoming "forts" and sheets becoming "tents".
The growth and evolution of my children and Shabby Chic have been parallel over the years. Just recently, both of my children went to college. And now it's Shabby Chic's turn to grow, expanding with more stores, online business, and products.
Click here to find out other Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic® store locations
Click here to go to Shabby Chic's online store
Within the last 20 years Shabby Chic has had times of being “in and out”. But the one constant for me was always trying to keep my voice and expression through my products. Hard sometimes to explain how a ruffle or flakey painted wood could be a reflection of my voice, but to me it is saying there is imperfection in beauty, there is pride in uniqueness and there is soul, warmth and humor in the unexpected.
Here is a sampling of what to look forward to in the future, along with whatever else life might reveal...
241 comments
Hi Rachel,
I enjoyed visiting your blog very much. Your story of when you were young, just reminded me of the pleasure I had the other day spending time with a beautiful mature woman from England right here in Washington state. Her home and property was like stepping foot back in time. And her and her husband had those books everywhere; just like you mentioned. I posted about it on my blog, if you would like to see. So no matter where you live, you can bring that English countryside to you.
HI Rachel!
So glad to see you in blogworld! I have admired and been inspired by your style for years……
I can’t wait to see what you will share with all of your new blogging buddies!
xoxo
Diane
Dear Rachel,
I love your new blog. It is an inspiration to me, as I have always liked less than perfect antiques and linens. Thank you for all your hard work putting it together for all your fans.
Also, I love shopping at your store in Austin at the Domain. It is a pleasure to visit and be pampered by your fantastic staff. I appreciate being recognized and waited on hand and foot.
Shabbily Yours,
Pam
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I just wanted to let you know that I have posted my RV that I decorated using all of your beautiful linens and rugs.
Please come and see what you inspired.
I would be honored to have you visit.
Becky
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Thank you for reviving my tired eyes.I’ll never forget the look on my girl friends face when I told her please not to throw away her chandleir but give it to me. My modern friend said " GLADLY!" I took it home, took of each crystal piece off glee, washed it in warm soapy water, dried it and polished each piece. I then spray painted the gold fittings white. And it hung above my shabby mosiac table on the patio. I live in Las Vegas Nevada, USA and I put you on my blog for other tired souls. AHHHHHHH!
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