My room is a disaster right now. No, seriously. It hasn't been this bad since I was in high-school. I've been scrupulously closing the door so that Myrna won't spy it and judge me. Every piece of clothing I own is on the floor or on my arm chair, or draped on top of my laundry basket, you know, in case I want to wear it again, instead of inside the basket, you know, in case I want to wash it. I am rectifying this situation as we speak, armed with a roll of quarters, new laundry detergent, and several weeks of cooking shows to catch up on (I always watch TV while I fold clothes. It is a long-standing Perry tradition). In the meantime, I am so sorely tempted by this beautiful white room. I am not much of a fan of all white rooms, but given the state of my room right now, I think this is the only thing that will soothe me. (via)
ps. a built in shelf above your bed for beautiful works of art: brilliant.
pps. who wears ONLY white shirts. Come on!