Some things really do change. These days I'm firmly a fan of neutrals in a monotone palette; white, grey and black dominate my decorating style, with the odd pop of colour. So the magnolia walls, garish patterns, awful lights, and brown fabric sofa here leave a lot to be desired. It was a rented flat - but I don't recall thinking it too horrific at the time! Unlike now, when I enjoy some interior design, this photo shows a real lack of any thoughts of decor. Although the cardboard box filled with - what else but more books? - and covered in rugs does make a damn fine side table! And look at the size of that computer monitor!! Between that, the keyboard and the printer, I'm surprised I had room to write anything. And those are an actual camera and film case on the desk. Not a phone!
Some things however, never change. There are piles of books everywhere. Just like now. Any books, because I'll read pretty much anything. By the time I was 9, I'd finished every single book in the considerably sizeable children's section of our local library and my dad had to fight to get me lending cards for the main library! I was always the girl with the books- at home, on the bus, in school And that continues today. One day I'll be reading the latest contemporary fiction, next day a brilliantly twisted crime or thriller, then I'll re-read some Austen, then a Christmas themed book, then a biography, then a poetry anthology, then a business book...you get the idea.
I often think I really should buy Kindle books, and not have all these physical books around. But there is something so delightfully indulgent and irreplaceable about an actual tangible book. The feel of the cover, the weight of it in your hand, the comfort it brings. So while these days, I aspire to more minimal decor, I know I'll always be the girl with the books.
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