After fawning over you on the gravel drive I'll invite you in for a drink. Tea? No cocktails! I like the way you think. Let me grab you a Tom Collins...have a look around the place if you'd like.
As you go around from room to room, you start to notice a pattern...
Every wall is filled with bookplates, paintings, sketches and personal treasures.
Umm...Why are you in my bedroom? Am I already regretting inviting you?
You see, I really hate the idea of a 'gallery wall' when it's planned and the specimens are from Pottery Barn. But when they are actual objects found and sourced from special memories, then placed on a wall as a reminder, I'm in love. My friend's velvet-clad, Hippie mom's house is like this, and although I nearly die from stimulus when I see it, I can't help but love what she's done. Does it make me crazy or just a collector? I'll say the latter, you say the former.