I am in need of gazing upon something lovely.
I find myself spending inordinate amounts of time just looking at images of beautiful things.
(Like this beautiful interior, featuring the new Designers Guild Amrapali collection. Isn't that wallpaper stunning?)
As a serial collector & acquirer, and constant reshuffler, it is starting to drive me crazy that all my treasures are - well, actually I no longer know where most of them are. Somewhere vaguely in the direction of the shed, or the garage, or somewhere in between.
If I understand anything about myself, it is that I really enjoy having my 'things' around me, and I miss them.
Yes, I'm that shallow.
Life here at home is gritty.
The floor-sanders have been having a fabulous time.
I have never seen so much dust in all my life. There is no escaping it.
Insidiously, it finds its way into and on top of, and across everything.
The vacuum makes a path through it, and by morning another layer has settled.
But there is light at the end of the tunnel.
In a few weeks time I will be able to unpack everything, and all this minor inconvenience will be behind us.
And then I will just have the problem of trying to convince Brunnel that some of my new acquisitions are really just old ones that just haven't seen the light of day for some time.
Which, strictly speaking, is true!
(image with permission Designers Guild)Pin It