Balls, Balls, Balls…

When you move to a new city, inevitably you end up spending a lot of time in your apartment.  Alone.  And I don’t mean the alone, sad, depressed kind of time, I just mean a lot of time with yourself.  When you spend a decent amount of time with yourself, (which I think most people actually do not do), you end up noticing things you never knew.

One thing i’ve always known, is that I am no decorator/interior designer.  I desperately need help with color, hence all my espresso furniture…  However, it turns out, I have an interesting design characteristic.  Or call it an affinity for a particular shape.  It turns out I love balls; balls, balls, balls.  Everywhere I look, there are circle, or ball shaped things.  My apartment is full of them! The evidence is undeniable……

From my dining table centerpiece,

To the nightstand,

To the bathroom counter,

To the art on the walls,

Even down to the minor details!

I’ll spare you the rest, because yes there are more!  I know, I am in desperate need of free design advice, or therapy.  One of the two.  But for this new city, who knows how long it would have been, before I discovered my obsession with balls?  Now that my awareness of the balls is in full swing, I WILL NOT BUY ANYMORE BALLS…. I WILL NOT. I WILL NOT.  However,  with it being the holidays, this declaration may be hard to stick with…

Balls are taking over the world….!

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