I found this brass floral pendant a ways back and was going to sell it but after cleaning it up and hanging it to photograph I kinda fell in love. This is a big problem.
I read Sissy's post the other day about separation anxiety and selling her stuff, and I totally have it bad. I pick things up to fix up and resell, and when I bring it home I want to keep it. I feel like a design hoarder. Could you imagine me with stray animals? Hello cat lady.
But just look at it, LOOK AT IT...
In all of my lighting obsessed days I've never seen such a light. All the little petals are so pretty.
(I know. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. My husband doesn't have the same eye as me,
he thinks its gross.) Its so happy here.
How do you get over this disease? I feel like I want to have a warehouse full of cool crap at my disposal so I can rearrange at whim. I'm so screwed. Ugh. I would die if I had an actual store. My mother did, and was always redecorating our house with new merchandise. Ha! Maybe thats who I inherited this from. Thanks Mom.
Oh, and this piece doesn't seem to want to come off my fireplace wall either.
Help. Anyone else with issues?