Hello. I have a wee little obsession: I love stars. So much so that I’d adorn all the walls in my house with stars if I could (and if I wasn’t convinced that people would think I’m some sort of star-infatuated nut.)
I just bought another one. Shhhh… Don’t tell… And it’s LOVELY! Apparently made by some star-adoring artiste from carefully selected pieces of driftwood found alongside some remote white sandy beach (true story!), it’s natural and organic looking and I practically skipped out of Homesense with it in my arms. (And yep, people looked at me like I’m a certified crazy lady.) (But I’m kind of used to that.)
I’m not sure if it’s meant to be a Christmassy star, but even if it is I’m pretty sure it’ll be a permanent fixture on my walls somewhere. Afterall, there are stars in the sky year-round. So stars belong on my walls year-round too, non? And, for the non-holiday season months, we can call it my beach-chic star (is beach-chic an actual design style? Let’s assume it is, k?) Either way, it makes me happy.
For now, I think the wooden star will likely replace the green star above our two tullsta chairs (yep, that’s right – I’m swapping one star for another.) And then that green star will likely head on into the dining room (where we haven’t yet put anything on the walls.) (Ack, I know.) I think.
Or perhaps it will assume the place of honour above the faux fireplace…
Hmmm… Yep. I foresee a bit of wall-adornment jenga taking place over the next couple of days.
But, yes! Star (not so) light, star (not particularly) bright, (not at all) the first star I see tonight, welcome to my happy little 1940s house. You’re pretty darn swell. :)