Thursday, March 13, 2014

Primal Instinct.

Hell-o there... it's a lovely Thursday and if you can read this it means you have more than aplenty things to be grateful for already. Anyhoo, I've always been an avid reader of whowhatwear and their sister sites & I came across an article in Domaine this morning of Karlie Kloss's home deco, which got my brain cells tingling a bit. Before I start off on my thoughts, let me put it out there that I'm not against interior decorator or anyone related to that field for the matter. Heck, I have family members in that industry even. However, I felt that hiring a personal interior decorator for your home have a little impersonal touch to it. Doesn't it? Tell me I'm not the only one on this.
At this moment of writing, my feelings on the said matter feels that the only person decorating any abode should be the person living in it. I understand that not everyone has the luxury of having spare time to plan and hunt for furniture, shopping and things along the line of it which is why I presume the occupation of a decorator/personal shopper exists in the first place. But that is another whole topic on its own which I'm not discussing right now. Let me just lay it down very simply, if it were to be my home/personal space/sanctuary I'm decorating, I would sacrifice my time on making sure I had hand-picked and most importantly liked everything in it. Easier said than done, I'm aware. Come on, why would I wanna share a personal living space with something I dislike or find displeasing? Probably it's just me and my picky nature surfacing but it makes me feel like living in a hotel or a guest house, some place that doesn't belong to me. I want when friends and family come to visit, they'd known immediately this is my home, my space, my style. I want it to portray my personality rather than my bank account and how much money I spent. Which makes it really easy for me to conclude that, all I want in my dig is my personal touch.