My universe is confused by my new dwelling.
I've been tripping, stubbing toes, spilling, dropping nearly everything I carry, opening cabinets into my face (even busted my lip last night), just overall clumsy. Now you must understand, I am always clumsy, but this has overwhelmingly reached a new level.
In order to return to my inner Zen, I've been eating and sleeping...a lot. I mean, is there anything that homemade enchiladas can't cure? Didn't think so.
So, in order to fulfill my blogging responsibilities (rather than talking your ear off), I give you this. My dream art collection (as of this moment, liable to change by noon). Yes, there are boobs involved (sorry Mom, Grandma(s) and Zach), but for real, art can do a lot for a space, even bring me back to normal (whatever that may be).
Enjoy my friends!
*images via design sponge, david bromely, from the right bank, unknown, delight by design, lonny and the glam lab