I am being honest when I tell you that I am pretty sure I'm a 60 year old prude living in a 29 year old body.
I always fantasize that what I buy at an antique store or flea market was once owned by a really fancy lady with odd taste.
I like the idea of pairing something ugly with something more traditional. And I have a serious addiction to vintage art.
Here are a few "spots" in my house that house our collectibles.