So I’m at my parents’ house in California, which is nice in that I can get intoxicated easily and shit in that I don’t have anyone to join me in examining the redesign of one of the rooms that I designed and my mother completed.
AND THAT GOT ME THINKING…my destiny as an abusive high-end-hipster designer began early. I used to collect miniature furniture by Bombay.
IN CASE Y’ALL WEREN’T 40 BEFORE YOU WERE 4 LIKE ME, miniature furniture by Bombay is stuff like this:
and this:
and this.
This is not the last of my ridiculousness.
I would then…make them look distressed and paint others white and…well, it looked like one of those beautiful rooms you always see in those hipster pictures.
I know you know what I’m talking about here.
And now I’ve gone on to design, essentially…the designs of my childhood obsession with ruining fine furniture in miniature.
(pictures totally to come—I can’t wait to show off my bangin’ shag rug and bird cages and ivy)