I’m prepping for a mock-up this Friday for a September bride and snapped some pictures of the usual tumult of greenery and color overtaking my dining room table. I’m always sweeping, brushing, rearranging, only to get things neat for approximately 6 hours before doing it all again. My antique bottle collection is growing at an alarming rate, but seems to have found a comfortable home on my craigslist china cabinet [complete with cracked glass. one day], alongside some cake plates, antique spools to soon house my insane ribbon collection and maybe some wine glasses amongst them all.
We’re moving in September and I’m in complete denial about the practical side of packing up all of this, and moving, even if it promises a true studio space, with shelving to the max, and huuuuge storage capabilities. In the meantime, I’ll dream of concrete floors and a dishwasher.
