One, two, three
I once had a cleaner (way back when life was very different) who liked symmetry. There is no symmetry in three. She and I would perform little weekly tussles over the grouping of objects around my home.
Upon the mantlepiece there were two small groups of objects - vases and bowls, a propped plaster relief, sometimes a little tower of beach stones - that sort of thing. I always placed them carefully off-centre in their little groups, I liked them to look as though they had organically arrived there and indeed I suppose they had. Over time. As any new build Show House or Room Set is surely testimony to, it is very difficult to dress a room and immediately achieve a comfortable, believable look.
Of course the lived in look is not for everyone and certainly was not to my cleaner's taste. Each week she would carefully re-arrange my objects into evenly spaced pairs. Two by two. Photographs were placed square on, no casual angles. Cushions exactly placed, corners sharp and square.
Each week I would go around the house, after she left, and put them all back.
We never talked about it. We just carried on our silent battle.
Nowadays a cleaner is way out of my budget and my little piles and groups sit as they should. With a layer of dust upon them.
I once had a cleaner (way back when life was very different) who liked symmetry. There is no symmetry in three. She and I would perform little weekly tussles over the grouping of objects around my home.
Upon the mantlepiece there were two small groups of objects - vases and bowls, a propped plaster relief, sometimes a little tower of beach stones - that sort of thing. I always placed them carefully off-centre in their little groups, I liked them to look as though they had organically arrived there and indeed I suppose they had. Over time. As any new build Show House or Room Set is surely testimony to, it is very difficult to dress a room and immediately achieve a comfortable, believable look.
Of course the lived in look is not for everyone and certainly was not to my cleaner's taste. Each week she would carefully re-arrange my objects into evenly spaced pairs. Two by two. Photographs were placed square on, no casual angles. Cushions exactly placed, corners sharp and square.
Each week I would go around the house, after she left, and put them all back.
We never talked about it. We just carried on our silent battle.
Nowadays a cleaner is way out of my budget and my little piles and groups sit as they should. With a layer of dust upon them.
Comments
Pomona x
I daren't lift things for the fright of what may lay beneath - mainly dust, most probably.
I do find it highly amusing (simple things - I know) when an item has been moved and you can see its outline - like a dust crime scene.
Nina xxx
ps. thank you for the shout out today from yourself and Ginny - I still haven't got my head around how Twitter works. Nxxx
Love the adorable hearts.
Conny