I love the Oscars!
I always have!
Last night’s show did not disappoint.
My favorite movie of last year, Spotlight, won best picture:
Lady Gaga’s pants/dress combination looked great on the red carpet,
+ her moving performance of her song Until It Happens To You made me cry:
She’s so FAB!
But enough about that.
I was kind of stopped in my tracks this morning
when I saw this photo on Remodelista’s blog:
From The Lodge At Gallow Green in NYC
Does that library nook look inviting, or what?
Plus, it looks real.
If I do say so, I think my bookshelves look real, too:
I re-did them this past weekend (FUN!) + will share photos soon.
But what on earth do I mean by real?
I mean they’re books that were carefully chosen + which have meaning to me.
Yes, of course, I take care when displaying them,
+ this, to me, is very important:
A home with books is way cooler than one without them.
Even so, the way they look is secondary.
Or is it?
Check this out:
Remember this photo?
It’s in the Farm Chicks gal’s kitchen, all decorated for Christmas.
I remember seeing it in Country Living magazine a couple years ago.
She covered all those books herself!
Such a statement!
WOW, it looks great, + WOW, I could never pull that off!
Now let’s have a look-see at another, equally beautiful library.
I’m sure you recognize it from Fixer Upper’s new bed + breakfast:
But I hate to be such a fun hater, but here I go.
Who on earth is really going to sit there + read any of those pretty books?
This is a topic for another post but one about which I ponder
+ ponder often, frankly.
Rooms to look at or rooms to live in?
And am I the only one?