I was thinking over the weekend how is it I have lived so long without having art on my walls. Now I am obsessed with it its covering literally every surface. I guess its all about being brave and following your heart and not so called trends. I brought a fab sketch of J F Kennedy recently in a junk shop which I spent ages figuring where to put (love love those weekends playing house moving everything all over the place – it was pouring outside and there was I with my jazz and a fire and lots of snuggly lights – heaven) . The frame is a bit battered and peeling and the sketch yellowing slightly but all the better I say.
In my inspirational file that seems to be growing bigger and bigger are two images of art – one is super expensive and beautiful – the other an impromtu arrangement of images around a fridge. I am drawn to both which goes to show style has nothing whats so ever to so with money. As if we didn’t know that already hey!
So I can dream no?