I used to salivate in front of home magazines and blogs, now I only read decor magazines when I'm in a doctor's waiting room and zip through my deco blog RSS feed in five minutes without getting that little jolt of excitement once.
At first I though this might be low-grade depression. Now I suspect it has more to do with the recession.
Of course I have my own color preferences, but it's when i see an interior that is inventive rather than decorated that I get excited. For example, the rug in the stairwell above was made sewing Ikea rugs together. When an interior is decorated with more imagination than money, it feels like a more attainable dream.
By the way: I had a double take when I saw the bedroom below. Precisely the same floor plan as Lisa Whatmouth's bedroom I posted about here. Here is one:
.. and here is the other. Ain't it weird?
Now the architecture of this home is fabulous, but see how the decorating seem to involve more love than dough. A bit of Tricia Guild vibe with the wall paper, books presented in reverse, (sorry Google won't tell me what to call the opposite of the binding) Ikea shelving, bright expanses of fabric, an unframed painting, and the touch of blue that tricks you into thinking that this all came together by accident.
The little girl in me will always dream of a round bed. They have it at Ikea and I always look at it dazzled, then shake my head no and walk away.
Hope you're having a rollicking sunday and you're not just reading blogs like I am.