perspectives

it was bell who mentioned recently, eyeing the little tableau i dug up in our local, and rescued from a grisly frame (and hard work it was too), that she felt i was going to do up the new, old house bloomsbury style. i found that a pleasurable enough thought. at the very instant being far removed from the actual stage of decorating yet, i drew a picture with my mind’s eye, and i can sweetly live with the outlook. my own little charleston!
son, naturally, doesn’t want to hear of it. he just wants his bedroom floor in vivid aqua, and bare walls. already worried he is too, musing on ‘next year i’ll be away to study, and won’t be here at all to enjoy the new place!’. sure enough, sweet son will be back on weekends? that forgotten perspective makes him break out in a conspiring smile that leaves little room to the imagination. and i will ofcourse not paint that (attractive enough) aqua floor myself. sofie hosts plenty more vintage hunters.