Oh, Gingerbread Lady (you say), you are clearly a lover of the minimalist look. Those stark walls. The simple window dressing. That bed-sofa - making a bold statement to the world: "Cushions? Who needs 'em?"
Sadly, this is not my life at all. This is all a lie - a lie, I tell you! I took this photo stemming a tidal wave of clutter, which I had stacked on the armchair behind me for aesthetic purposes. The bed is actually a sofa, but at some point we realised that we very much valued its abilities to support afternoon naps, so it hasn't been folded back up into its sofa-position since then. We don't have anything hanging on the walls because, after two and a half years, we still haven't decided upon the final, Happily-Ever-After position of our living room furniture and don't want to hang our paintings and photos yet - just in case. We're not ready for the commitment. If you think that's bad, then take a gander at our wedding photo ->
Oops, yes. Well, we have the frame. That's a start.
In the midst of all of this, we live quite happily. But as I'm sure you have plenty of clutter of your own (please say you have), I'm sure you don't need to see photos of mine - so I'll give you the Nice Version of my living room instead. And, being the honest soul that I am, I'm telling you about it, too.
By the way, you might have noticed that I finished my Crazy Patchwork blanket - yes, yes, that's it draped casually over my ... um, divan - juxtaposed against my stark, Shaker-inspired interior décor, with a nuance of shabby chic in its vintage retro-ness. (Believe it. You know you want to.)
|"Why, Gingerbread Lady - you're so fancy!" "Yes. Yes, I am. Fancy is my middle name."|