I congratulate you if you can pull off these things. I can’t.
This photo, from the beautiful style magazine House of Fifty (blog here), is a perfect example of what I’m talking about. This Shabby Chic arrangement is lovely yet I know if I had this grouping in my house, I would not be able to rest until I refinished the chest. Husband would swipe the tiny bottles into the recycling bin and pound a nail into the wall for the painting. End of Shabby Chic.
I checked this book out of the library because I like the Eco-friendly coolness of Furoshiki wraps. Will I do it? No. First of all, maybe it is the caliber of people I call friends, but I think most would say as I handed them a fabric wrapped gift, “What? You couldn’t go to the Dollar Store and buy a roll of gift wrap?” I’ve tried some of the wrapping examples in the book. When I was finished with them, the packages looked as if I took an old rag and tied up my belongings like a hobo. All I needed was a stick for a handle.
She’s gorgeous! If I left the house looking like this Husband would not mention the golden skin, white teeth or sparkly dress. He would say, “Honey, I think you forgot to do your hair,” and I would rush back into the house because deep down I would know my hair was a mess and no one was going to think I did it on purpose.