Immovable objects
I’ve just been inspired by a great post over at Godammit I’m Mad. Blogger Sister Wolf is reporting on a fork that’s been left on a sideboard for weeks, while she and her husband engage in psychological brinkmanship over who is going to move it or mention it first. She’s reporting it as a reflection of the essence of marriage, and I don’t doubt it. But the question is, I live alone, so what’s my excuse?
I just went and snapped my living room. You’ll see my ‘tablecloths’ from Japan sitting on the chair, with a roll of wrapping paper (used two weeks ago) on top. I do have some pride – I moved a pile of washing off it to take this picture. On the far left, a pile of tiles given to me by My Friend in approximately April. There’s another pile in the hallway, which were there to greet her when she came for dinner in June. The tiles have become a fixture and I just tidy round them (they’re heavy).
So, fess up. What random stuff lurks in your place, waiting for someone else to move it?
I love the Sisal cat scratching post the most!
Thank you. They are pretty essential for homes with cats, but they are somewhat ugly. I wonder how I’d fare on Dragon’s Den with a contemporary, sculptural version?
If I lived alone there wouldn’t be nearly so much stuff hangin around waiting for someone else to move it. I think, My Friend, in your House the excuse has to be “its Genetic” or blame the cat. After all, what does she do all day while you’re out earning a crust and a bag of cat food? A little tidying wouldn’t hurt.
I really like how you’ve used the storage box to pick out the blue in the picture, tile box and Cole and Son wallpaper.
Thanks Decorator’s Notebook. It takes a natural stylist’s eye to spot something like that. None of this is an accident x