Is it me or is there something divinely serene about the room on the cover of this months "The World of Interiors"?
Why can’t I do simple? Why do I fill every wall, every flat surface with stuff and nonsense? Why, when every part of me aches to be allowed to sit in calm, do I go out of my way to create chaos?
Know what I think? I think I might be scared that I would get it wrong. That I would not be able to disguise the flaws in my scheme with another cushion, too many throws or another rug.
That you might see me for what I am.