4/11/11

my space.

sometimes i feel like my room is an I Spy book.
if you saw it you'd understand.
i have stacks & stacks of hidden collections.
ticket stubs, lace, buttons & nicknacks, books, lightbulbs & old keys, paper cut-outs of 50's clothing patterns & postcards, stuff i've ripped out of magazines & newspapers, light stained polaroids & old cameras, maps, album covers & bottles.
i like homes where, if you look deeply enough, you'll find personality.
yet, isn't the personality already there in presentation?

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