Home again

My world is slowly getting whole again.
From this....


To this....


Ok, ok, a bit cluttered. But remember the move was from a big house to a small house, and every little piece and borloloy had its own sentimental value I couldn't say goodbye to. So crowd and clutter I must. It's MY house. Minimalism? What's that? Candles, vases, frames, cute ashtrays (though nobody smokes), potpourri holders, resin angels, artificial plants ... each one has its history -- the giver, the occasion, the mood, my life at the time. The piano was from when I was 13. The sofa set and coffee table from mom's condo unit, early eightees. See those pitchers? from when I just gave birth to Luis and I had my own little house in BF homes. Assorted candles, "antique" jars and a chinese lamp (not in photo) from Christmases and friends past. Artificial plants - they're actually wilting from age (we're talking more than a decade here.) It's actually organized clutter, nothing random, everything justified. It feels like home once more.