I have to admit something to you today, my gentle readers. I am addicted. But I am receiving help. You see, for many years now, I have been addicted to style. Yes, I admit it. Style. The evidence is everywhere. Silk wisteria hanging over the door in the kitchen. Coordinating bed ensemble in the bedroom, with coordinating paint scheme. A red dining room, in Laura Ashley colors and papers. An antique desk, decorated with antique things. Plans to update my kitchen into French Country.

I am not a style monger, nor like those guys on “Queer Eye.” I’m straight, after all. And my style tends to be more like a set decorator, or a play design. So, things might be a little out of scale, or accessories in the wrong place. But it looks nice. The lighting is perfect. And it makes me want to do more.

I’ve spent too much time in the resale shops. Watching too much HGTV. Cutting out pictures from too many magazines. Style is taking over my life! And I needed help!

The folks over at [website deleted] have given me the hope that style is ok. That I’m really a good person. That colors and fabrics are there to enjoy. That I can give my kitchen the French look without studying the real thing in Lyon. That I can have fun.

So, drop on by, and be assured that I’m ok with style. My style.

A la prochaine!

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