I'm always harping on about how much I like real life clutter, especially kid clutter. (I blog about it every few months b/c I'm always thinking about it). It bugs the hell out of me to see a Pottery Barn catalogue where the kids room has a bookshelf with about 3 things on it: some artfully placed books all the same colour, a monogrammed (yuck) container with perfect little wooden blocks in it, and one - yes ONE! - teddy. What I like is to see a bit of mess and things not matching perfectly so it looks like kids actually live and play there.
Although if my kids read my blog - of course they don't, they've got bigger fish to fry like building roller-coasters for hamsters (boy) and thinking about boys (girl) - they would tell you I'm a big fat liar because I'm always nagging them to clean up their bloody mess! Also, as a stylist I sometimes have to create those annoying little perfect scenes that help to sell monogrammed toy totes and other weird things that rich people buy.
So basically I'm a hypocrite. Maybe I like it better in theory, but if I had my way, all kids rooms would be a riot of colour and pattern and mismatched storage containers and tutus hanging from the ceiling and walls covered in stickers and fairy lights draped over everything.
Here are some fab ones:
Ilse Crawford. Master of all things brilliant and unexpected.
via Elle Decor
And here's what makes me want to vomit:
via Pottery Barn
No offence PB, you just need to hire me to put some life into your boring old catalogues.
































