I bought a rug for my apartment this weekend (this is not it!). Actually, somebody bought me a rug, but I helped pick it out. In my head, I was envisioning something like this picture, but I ended up with something very different (and rather less exciting). While this whole blog might seem like a monument to consumerism, in fact I buy very little for my apartment and very reluctantly. I certainly can't manage that constant rotation and reinvention of furnishing that I see in many of the blogs I admire. I am cheap, cautious, and I want everything I buy to last for the rest of my life. That's not the stuff that brilliant rooms are made of.
Ah well. This is my 1,000 post at Roseland Greene. How'd that happen?