Greek Revival Chic in Upstate New York

Although my heart may forever belong to brick Georgians, a close runner-up for my favorite style of house is the American Greek Revival. And oooooooeeee do I have a good one for you! Christopher Spitzmiller (he of tres expensive ceramic lamp fame) has one gorgeous circa 1830 pile in bucolic upstate New York. Apparently a total wreck when he found it, Spitzmiller has gussied this old beauty up to her original fabulousness (and beyond!).

"Curb appeal" doesn't even begin to cover these crisp white clapboards, striking black shutters, and sassy berry lacquer doors. The extension to the right houses the kitchen.

As much as am I loving this mustard-y wallpaper (Celerie Kemble for Schumacher, yes?), antique demilune, and walking stick holding bear, I'm sorry, its all about those original floorboards and stair treads.

More goldenrod yellow abounds here in the living room. Love the mix of yellows, red, blues, creams, browns, plaid, zebra, and that incredibly previous petite floral. The hooked zebra rug belonged to Albert Hadley. Also, ear mouldings for days around the windows and the fireplace.

A tufted deep turquoise banquette? Don't mind if I do! Again, DEATH BY EAR MOULDINGS.

That antique turquoise grounded hand painted paper will be my undoing. Extra points for Elkins loop chairs, triple pedestal table, and a swan tureen. Love the juxtaposition of the super trad elements in this space with the metallic finish and wide conical shape of the light fixture. Also, hey, lonely starburst mirror sconce on the wall, I see you.

Man oh man this kitchen is one for the ages. It's got the three B's of American historic goodness: Beams, Bricks, and Boards. Also, God bless for using a Viking range. I love the look of a Lacanche as much as the next vaguely francophilic nerd, BUT I cannot imagine having an oven I can't see into! How do I know if things are getting golden brown?! And if you can use an antique farm table instead of an island, you should do so.

An unstoppably cheery turquoise den rounds out the gracious and comfortable first floor. Seriously into those yellow Spitzmiller lamps and their green vase friends on green and white faux marble pedestals. I would do some pretty bad things to find out what color is on the walls here.

The main guest room is an elegant and feminine combination of cream, tans, brown, and ballet pink. The four poster bed is perfectly in synch with the brown trimmed Leontine Linens. And those pretty pleated pale pink lamp shades on the Spitzmiller's own lamps are pitch perfect. Super simple nightstands stop any fussiness dead in its tracks.

This walk-in closet is decidedly understated with historically appropriate cabinetry by the architectural designer of the project (and true hero of this house), Jonathan Parisen. A cobalt upholstered side chair and old Boat and Tote bag are always welcome additions in my book.

in a move Sister Parish would approve of, Spitzmiller painted the floors of the third story an eye popping medium blue and then proceeded to cover walls, ceiling, and built-in bench in an Albert Hadley print. The white spool bed also belonged to Mr. Hadley himself. It's worth noting that the triangular latticed windows were an addition but Jonathan Parisen as well.

The bathroom is a symphony of simplicity with off white paneling, creamy subway tile, and a classically shaped pedestal sink. Clean lined, polished nickel sconces and shaving mirror contrast nicely against the texture of the hand-scraped floor boards.

The other third story guest room sports a matching blue painted floor and triangular latticed window, but this time its walls and ceiling are decked in an Albert Hadley floral in plum. More Leontine Linens grace the beds, this time in a berry shade reminiscent of the front doors of the home.

The staircase into the third story guest suite is classic American design: the painted floor, the siderail, the lone sconce and print, the exposed beams. What a gorgeous little corner of an historic home renovated and revived with the utmost attention.

I love when someone with a trained eye and a soft heart spots an historic home in shambles and has the visions and patience to restore the old gal to her glory, instead of ripping out all the old stuff and steamrollering (yes, that's a word now) in easy, new finishes. Respect, care, and some colorful flair gave this 200 year old home a second chance at life.