What can I say...I'm a creep. Don't invite me over your house, I'm warning you. I'll creep down on any detailed moment that draws me in. Next thing you know you'll be like "Hey that's my house!". Take it as a compliment. A natural poet, I'm extremely observant, empathic, and just inspired by the way inhabitants live, and/or don't live. I'm interested in the way people interact in a space, with a space, with their chosen and gifted objects. As well as how each make them feel. My best friend rented a room from a co-worker months ago, and she couldn't get over the serenity the space gave her. The utter freedom, the peace. I couldn't wait to see what she was talking about. Entering the space, there were initially tons of folk hipster details of a talented artist fully embracing and living in a collected, eclectic, healing space. I was immediately drawn to the detailed boho vignette of the bay window. I moved the guitar and got to work...being the creep that I am. Thank me later ;-). Xo pB
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