I made it pretty clear that I was anti black walls unless I was taking Zoloft. I eat my words. I’m suddenly in love and inspired by black. Maybe it’s the weather. We have one accent wall behind the couch and it would be much easier to experiment with that instead of repaint all the walls white, which is what I really want to do, but don’t dare bring it up to the Husband. He’ll divorce me.
This is the original image from Anna of Door Sixteen that made me die. She just painted her bedroom black and I love.
The wall art is frightening, but the rest is swoon-worthy (image via)
I would be complete if I could read a book in the above window seat. Does anyone know where I can get me one of those shaggy poof things on the floor? (image via Design Sponge)
I die (image via Hashai)