I used to think that being a perfectionist was something to strive toward. Can you even imagine?
I think you all know that although I love the pretty look of a Pottery Barn life as much as the next person, it isn't something I buy into. Anymore.
When I was younger I thought that if I worked hard enough and long enough I could live in those rooms and have children that played sweetly together under the christmas tree with a gorgeously groomed golden labrador by the fire.
Here's the thing about Pottery Barn. Even if I had a humongous budget to decorate my life with all of their products it still wouldn't look the same. For one thing, have you ever noticed how much gorgeous wood work is in the rooms they shoot? I swear, it's like they have layers of pretty starting with the bare room. As a general rule, track homes do not come standard with wainscot, let alone twelve inch crown molding.
Second of all, there are no children running around the shoot breaking things and getting everything sticky with grape jelly hands.
Thirdly, there is no Manic Extrodinaire farting and generally stinking up the place with doggy smells.
Pottery Barn is a fairy tale for adults.
Now. I have been known to go and sit in some of my favorite stores. I just sit there and soak in the pretty. I like to step into the fallacy every so often. I even, yes it's true, love to go to Pottery Barn.
And I love to collect gorgeous photos of beautiful places and things. I love the fairy tale.
But I love the sticky jelly hands that are connected to little beating hearts much, much more.
Having said all that, is there anyone out there that can come help me redecorate my living room? I'd like it too look like this one room out of Restoration Hardware catalogue...