I like the way my apartment looks illuminated by Xmas lights. Faded grandeur- high decay.
I've made a decorative arts joke and sat in a thriftstore chair to absorb the laughter.
I love to see the layers of accumulation and the evidence of living. When someone else comes by they never seem to appreciate the things caught up in a dangle. I love it here.
All the things that get pinned on top of other things...
The basket full of dolls and piles off pillows
These are the metal flowers that hang over my mirror... near the 1910 magic mirror cape on the door
My bracelet holder...