I told a friend just before we moved from St. Louis that I'm somewhat retarded at decorating. I realize that word is fraught with baggage from bullies and social insensitivity, but when I used it, I meant it in the literal sense. I have a slowed, almost incapacitated, sense of how to make things beautiful. My father had a great sense of style, but by the time I was conscious of learning how to live, his visual creativity had been largely stifled by outside forces.
I'm trying to learn, belatedly, from studying a styling expert...and I'm getting paid to do it. Just once a week, I get to spend the day in a lovely antiques shop. One of the co-owners has made a random collection of things that catch her fancy into a cave of treasures. So, here are a few photos that I'm taking home to study. And you can see the glitzy place where I work.
|A bust of Shakespeare -- yes. The Murano chandelier is the one I mentioned with the earlier photo. The crystal on the right is paired with the smaller crystal pendant in a birdcage.|