Home cannot be separated from the colours, photos, art and textures that bring life to that space, each chosen for a particular purpose: the memories of a trip caught and frozen, the colour of the walls and feeling of the contentious number of pillows (and the fact that new ones always catch my eye), the mood they create. Objects that activate memories; the tapestry that doubles as a tablecloth and triples as a bedspread – a gift from our wedding. A particular etching that I cannot help smiling at – my own inside joke. These pieces create a warmth that shapes home for me. I am most myself when I see myself reflected in this space. Secure. Playful. Grounded. Inspired. When people share this space, they know who lives here.
Who lives in your house/closet/wine rack/shoes?