That’s how my daughter described my decorating style. It does me no good to deny it, so instead I’m turning that bug into a feature. I will revel in my ability to see patterns in otherwise unconnected items. Here is the item that started the conversation:
Celtic knots in brass
I decided to buy this brass wall hanging rather than the first one that caught my eye, which was a castle with beads on its turret spires. This piece has beads –
Connecting beads
– but the casual visitor’s eye will sweep over it to the next delightful piece in the room. Or so I tell myself. Some of the next delightful pieces are from a long-expired balloon bouquet –
Stars on the piano
– and a visit to a fossil museum gift shop –
My very own fossil
– so perhaps I am overestimating the ability of the casual visitor to see the patterns I see.
My studio might be a better place to start. At least I have two kinds of ships, and two is a beginning of a pattern. Here is a ship for my space series:
Space ships for the Christmas tree
This ship might also appear in my space series, especially the quilts I make to illustrate my novel-in-progress about space Vikings.
Another embellishment for a quilt
On the other hand, perhaps I should accept that there is a reason I’m not an interior designer.
