Okay. This is one of those occasions when I see an image of a home. And LOVE it. And also know that I could not have this charming little bathroom for myself. I've also been drawn back to this image numerous times over the last few days since I've seen it. Intrigued at each of the pictures. Wondering about the life they all represent. But, I know I wouldn't replicate it.
I always try to remember when I'm surfing around looking at interior design images - these rooms where never designed to please me. They have been designed (either through the incredible talents of an interior designer - or through the great innate style of the occupant - or, ever better - both!) to delight the lucky soul that has the pleasure of residing there. So pictures like this one both charm and inspire me - though I can't really see it as a part of my own home. My response is never black or white. It's never "I need to find that exact same sink" Or "How could someone live with all that art on the walls!"
I try to see the homeowner. And project their emotions about living in the space . . .
Imagine starting your day in the midst of this frenzy of memories. Seeing great friends each morning. Being surrounds by all manner of nostalgia each night before bed.
Oh, it's beginning to work its magic charm on me once again.