My home is in constant flux.
Much to the bf’s dismay, I’m always rearranging anything that isn’t bolted down, buried away, or simply weighs more than myself and the pups combined.
Be it tablescaping, wardrobe rehauling, or just plain organizing (then reorganizing what’s already been organized) you could say I’m pretty much OCD when it comes to my humble abode.
Too much of the Coveteur makes me feel like my studio should look like a rotating art gallery showcasing the latest and greatest in vintage finds and once-hidden treasures. Over time I’ve realized that if I can’t see it, I won’t use it. If I can’t touch it, I won’t abuse it.
After all, drawers were made for intimates, dressers, for display.
Case in point, my ever-expanding jewelry collection that was once stored away, but now breathes new life into my early morning musings. Can you imagine waking up and seeing all your favorite things around you, all day, EVERY day???
Gets Mondays off to the most fabulous start if you ask me…
If your home should help tell YOUR story, tell me, what does yours say about you?