Only days ago I happened to visit a house that looked like it had oozed from the pages of Pottery Barn. It seems that often these days when we are invited to visit houses, I find myself in the same lovely, rather vapid spaces. They are beautiful, true. But I find myself longing for something...more honest, less polished, with more story to them.
This is taken directly from Susan's blog, because it speaks so profoundly to me today:
“From the owner’s point of view, it is obvious that the things around you should be the things which mean most to you. . . But this function has been eroded, gradually, in modern times because people have begun to look outward, to others, and over their shoulders, at the people who are coming to visit them, and have replaced their instinctive decorations with the things which they believe will please and impress their visitors. . . But the irony is that the visitors who come into a room don’t want this nonsense any more than the people who live there do. It is far more fascinating to come into a room which is the living expression of a person, or a group of people, so that you can see their lives, their histories, their inclinations, displayed in manifest form around the walls, in the furniture, on the shelves. . . the artificial scene-making of ‘modern-décor’ is totally bankrupt.”
**Quote taken from A Pattern Language . I bought this book for my engineer-husband on Susan's recommendation and it has become one of his favorites.
The rose is my beloved Abraham Darby, gracing the bathroom counter.