For over two years, my office has been bare, very bare. You would think my mother would have taught me better, she has a degree in Interior Design. My excuse is the waves of clutter that occupy my office, the Sub For Santa gifts or the cans of food; part of my job is running charity events. Once an event is over I just want my office to be clean and simple. Recently, after it was all cleaned up someone asked me if I was moving. I thought to myself, "I need to decorate." I speant the next week cutting pictures out of my Pottery Barn catalog, taking undercover pictures through the blinds of offices I thought were cute, and digging around my dad's basement. Now it aint no page out of Arcitechtural Digest, but it's looking pretty cozy.
BEFORE: Lost. The only thing on the wall, a symbol of my life.
AFTER: It's hard to see but I got a lamp, pen pot and artsy pictures.
BEFORE: Ugly shelf
AFTER: Ditched the cardboard
BEFORE: Plain Jane
AFTER: So Pottery Barn
AFTER: My favorite corner, the clock is like 50 years old but still keeps perfect time.
AFTER: My favorite corner, the clock is like 50 years old but still keeps perfect time.
