maximalist

i sometimes dream of minimalist interiors. it seems like it would be so serene and calming. call it cold. call it soulless, but i wish i could live like this.



...though i know these people must either a) own giant walk-in closets or b) have a secret attic or basement that looks like a warehouse.

dabney and i have a tendency to acquire... at craft fairs, on trips, at ikea, etc. lately, our apartment seems to be a magnet for all sorts of random tchotchkes. it's a weakness. because of this tendency to acquire, which i think we can both say we have inherited from our mothers, we will never live like the pictures above. instead, our apartment seems to be a magnet for all sorts of random tchotchkes.


on our bookshelf sit these tiny blocks featuring bob ross. if the name rings a bell, he was that afro-donning pbs artist that made "woosh" sounds with each brushstroke. he can been seen here, but he's better immortalized here.

we also happen to own these miniature bowling pins that we picked up on a recent trip to st. louis. (i don't exaggerate when i say "random tchotchkes.") once upon a time these were bowling prizes, the one on the right is inscribed "bruning bowling league - lynn geraty high game 164."



i don't know how certain things even end up together in our apartment.

clockwise from the left: pewter crackers and pretzel, owl salt and pepper shakers, wooden pear, staghorn coral, sponge (in middle).