Decorating
I had a longer post on this, but the internet/my computer/monsters ate it. So to sum up: I finally live in a place where I feel my style/Jason’s style/our style is coming together, slowly but surely. I’m also okay with waiting and taking my time to find art and objects and furniture that I love, as opposed to buying cheap crap just to fill the space. My life is a work-in-progress, and so is my house.
A taste of some of the pretty things in our apartment:
Champagne glasses from our wedding, a silver cup that belonged to my father, a mosaic tile vase given by a friend, a little bird from somewhere in NYC, stained glass art, a vintage bank I bought as a child, a painting I bought at the end of high school, and a print, also from high school.
And our little nativity scene, circa 1982:
My mother won this in a raffle, probably in the early eighties. She was at a craft store, and there was a raffle for this set. My mum mentioned that she hoped she would win, as she ran a home daycare and the wooden figures would be ideal for small children. She won (and thinks the draw was rigged), and this sat on the mantle or buffet of our old home for many years. She gave it to me last year, right before I gave birth to Georgia.
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