The living room is my favourite room in the house. I had a real vision for how I wanted it to be and it’s turned out better than I had envisioned. It really makes me feel like I’m “home.” Of course everyone likes to make up their abodes to their own tastes, but I don’t think I’m wrong in assuming that interior decorating matters a lot more to me than most people. It’s not just that I spend every day working, living, and relaxing at home. It’s not just that I like having nice things and I do, I just know my level of anal in terms of how I like things to be just so, is shall we say, more than the average person’s.
It’s something I can’t really explain, about how looking at a beautiful armchair makes me feel happy. How my Moroccan side table just looks happier now that I’ve paired it with an incredible vintage, tufted, red velvet armchair. It’s as if the red of the chair adds an extra level of luster to the gold finish. There’s a brightness to the table that I never saw before. As if its spirits have lifted now that I found it a soulmate.
We headed over to the Ritz-Carlton this weekend for a bit of birthday afternoon tea. My go-to high tea place in Montreal used to be inside the Birks jewelry store downtown but unfortunately, they are closed now, so we decided to try out the Ritz.
If I could describe my style (both fashion and decor-wise) in one word, it would be eclectic. Kinda obvious from the title of this blog… But my philosophy is basically that there are so many beautiful things in the world, why limit yourself by just choosing one, when you can have all of them? That might be a selfish or hoard-y philosophy, but I think my dishware collection perfectly sums up what I mean. You COULD get a set of matching plates and bowls in a pattern you like… OR … you could collect every dish and bowl you happen upon and your natural reflex is to gasp and whisper “preeeeety….”