At any flea market / shop / garage sale / Target, I want to bring everything home. It’s not healthy. Or affordable. Or practical, given my desire to live with less in a small space.
While I slowly turn away from my decor-promiscuous past, I’ve imposed a rule on myself: Only buy it if I know exactly where I will put it in my home. Which means that lately, I buy almost nothing, because our home is FULL.
A happy side effect is that when I do buy something, it feels like Christmas.
This past summer, I wanted to be able to watch the time while nursing Sam on the opposite sofa. And this bookshelf was begging for an interesting tenant:
So when I saw this clock at the Madonna House Gift Shop, I knew exactly where I’d put it.
Like all things British, it would look good just about anywhere. Wouldn’t it blend in perfectly in Richard Burke’s apartment?
Or Harvey Spector’s office?
Now, here it lives in all its brushed-finish, vintage glory:
It hits the ideal decor trifecta of being functional, good-looking, and well-placed. A few months later, it still catches my eye and makes me feel that all is right with the world.
* Suits photo found here.
* I couldn’t find a photo of Dr. Burke’s apartment, so I took a screenshot of the episode on Netflix. Photo credit goes to… Netflix? Warner Bros?