So, most of you know Amy is the stylish one. She can take a space and turn it into warm-cozy-light-breezy-modern-vintage living space.
I think she is part dreamer/shopper/artist/designer/gay man. I have always loved her vision and finished products. The best part of her decorating moxie is that if I love something and wait long enough she will tire of it and give it to me!!
I love shabby chic style in pictures and magazines. I have a friend (H) who has a store of shabby treasures–she is so gifted–I bet her Kleenex is stylish after she blows. When I try a bit of shabby chic it looks like I hung a tea-cup on a screen door and covered it with the Shroud of Turin–Not pretty.
I have another friend (K) who is driven. Someday every inch of her home will be styled and decorated, like even her junk drawer will have batteries, rubber bands and light bulb tossed in a chevron pattern. I don’t like chevron–is that wrong? Does it scream how not stylish and talented I am? I think of Sgt. Carter and filling up with gas when I see them.
My sister-in-law is a bona-fide antique dealer and has an eye for primitive pieces…We go shopping and I show her something and she smiles, swallows hard and shakes her head…She was not a fan of my bathroom decor.
Amy urged me to blog about my home and style and I am a little shy….here goes nuttin.
My bedroom is nothing to brag about–but I love my sunny yellow quilt for summer and my Raisin Pillow makes me smile!
My mantle right now…in case you were wondering who was winning mantle wars this summer.
The kitchen is where I spend most of my days.
So there you have it. My space. I like being a homekeeper and I have to make a space these muddy booted, wall smearing, hot wheels launching men can live in.
…and look at the “fresh” flowers I get from chubby hands delivered every day…. Fresh Flowers are so important!
Stylishly, oops I mean Sincerely, Sara