Going into other people's homes fascinates me.
There are always unexpected things...like the neatest and best looking people are usually the biggest and nastiest slobs. It makes no sense to me.
I have converted the second living room of my apartment into my bedroom.
One wall is a big, ever-growing collage.
&then the whole spread.
The words painted on the wall...
I flipped through my favourite John Donne poems and pulled out words and phrases, and re-arranged them into that. It's definitely cheaper than buying art or frames to decorate.
I dig it. Living spaces are super important to me.
I can't work, be happy, or think straight in a messy/dirty/unorganized place.