When my sister was here we spent some time at Powell’s. I came away with a couple of gorgeous new decorating books: Modern Vintage and Flea Market Style. It’s been a while since I’ve paid much attention to interior design, but these books made me stop and realize how good things look right now. I love the secondhand chic, mix-and-match bohemian thing with modern lines and plenty of kitsch. I’d happily live in any of these rooms.
Our rooms are looking pretty sparse at the moment, what with the move and my tendency to avoid collections. But the style of the region has reawakened my nest-feathering instincts and I find myself craving some clutter. Suddenly I’m on the hunt for colored Christmas lights and linen tablecloths, banged-up mirrors and old silk scarves. Yesterday I scored a colorful weaving from a lady whose parents brought it home from Mexico in the 40s. The day before that, two down pillows embroidered with flowers. I usually hate shopping, but I think I’ve discovered the joys of junking. I think this is part of a re-imagining of the way we’re going to live, here in Portlandia. Whatever the case, you’re looking at my new hobby.
My mother is rubbing her hands with glee; she’s coming out to stay next month, and for the first time ever, she won’t have to talk me into stopping for a yard sale.
What are your prized possessions, and where did you get them?