Don’t underestimate the impact on your comfort when you have the perfect little table to sit your tea on, couch side. Here are some of my favorite side tables right now.
Do our tastes develop because of the environment we grow up in, or despite it?
It should be obvious that it’s purely subjective, but my gut tells me that mine developed as a direct correlation to my mother’s.
I think she must be tired of how, every time I come by, I give a little wink, wink/nudge, nudge: Mommy, wouldn’t that desk look perfect in that room of my house; how wonderful would that mirror look in [insert space here]; no one is using this linen, shouldn’t I just quickly grab it…?
Her home is filled with warm neutrals, forest greens, velvets, squishy couches, and thoughtful corners. Mine feels like a very maximalist version of that, of course: my own interpretation. Incidentally, this was unintentional on my end. Through osmosis, maybe, I made selections that recreated elements of the materiality that comprised my childhood memories.
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