I'm in love. Seriously.
If I had oodles of money and time, this would be my house, apart from the wallpaper. I still hate wallpaper. Christmas break 2003. January 2003. Etc. IT NEVER ENDED! My parents' house was all done in wallpaper--lovely wallpaper, but faded and peeling--that we tore down over several months. Someone neglected to prime under the paper, so it was a mess. That middle school memory will forever stay with me and prevent me from hanging wallpaper in the interest of future generations.
But all that aside, wouldn't the bag and pillow found over on this post be fantastic?
Oi, I should stop already, loves. I am getting too far ahead of myself.
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