Apartment Therapy -
20 Aug 2017 17:00
I grew up on books, and, as soon as I was old enough to (almost) appreciate this sort of thing, the decorating books my mom bought at garage sales. They came from eras unknown to me -- the late 1960s and early '70s, where bright colors and unusual shapes and a kind of unabashed exuberance reigned. I drank them in, the same way I did my parents' oversize National Geographic atlas, fascinated by the hints of faraway lands I found therein.
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