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ohmygoodness, you guys... this home. these people. if you saw them lunching at the cowfish, you might mistake them for anna wintour and the edge they are so. cool. check out their view...  cool people have something in common, i've noticed. they are collectors of meaningful things. their things and their home tell their story. before...  after...  her sweet words... I am sitting in my living room with a glass of wine. It’s been an exhausting workday. In my field of vision are the pussy willows my colleague gave me from her garden 5 years ago as a pick-me-up. They reside in the vase we found in the basement of the apartment my son rented in Dilworth 12 years ago. Beneath them... - the table you brought – a round table that pulls the chairs and couch together like a magnet, ready for family and friends. I feel content, satisfied. I’m reminded of a book by P.D. Eastman, The Best Nest. It arrived in the mail circa 1972 and I read it to the ragtag collection of Rochester 5th Avenue kids who gathered on our porch that summer afternoon. Its sing-song rhymes have always stayed with me, but they were never truer than today. “I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world my nest is best.”          before...  after...     there is so much beauty in what you already have. xo... christina for all Comments are closed.
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