I know it may be hard to believe and I'm willing to bet that this is not a universal truth, but I sometimes find that my home decor choices are limited by the fact that we have a cat. Don't get me wrong. I love my cat Pete (although, sometimes I question his devotion to me). Maybe it's because we live in such a small place and/or because he's on a perpetual diet (yes, he's obese; it's sad), but Pete can be a real terror. Eating paper. Nibbling plants. Swatting anything in sight to its lowest possible point in the room. Generally shedding.
Don't let his lethargic demeanor fool you...
It is for these reasons that I often see the details in inspiring photos that would only work in a Pete-free home.
Fresh Flowers
For example, I love fresh flowers, but rarely do I display them. For whatever reason, Pete shows no interest in some flowers (like mums), but tulips, well, they don't stand a chance. So, beautiful rooms like these with gorgeous displays of tulips are, unfortunately, not in the cards for me.
Velvet
Another example is gorgeous royal blue velvet (i.e. a Pete hair magnet). I have a single royal blue velvet lamp shade, but I'm pretty sure that's about the most I'll ever own. Never will I ever have a beautiful blue velvet sofa like these...
Delicate Side Tables
I can't tell you how many delicate little side tables that I covet. However, when Pete gets really hungry, he starts erratically darting around the condo. I can just imagine all 16 pounds of him perched stoically on a cute little side table when he gets a rumble in his more-than-adequate stomach. Off the table he would dart, leaving only a crash and some cartoon dust clouds in his wake.
Tchotchkes and Paper
Aesthetically-pleasing tchotchkes--as cute as they are--and beautifully arranged coffee table books are also no match for Pete. The tchotchkes would be immediately swatted to the floor, and the lovely glossy pages of those books would be nibbled to smithereens in Pete's never-ending attempt to be the center of attention.
...and finally, this one just makes me laugh. It's got it all: Velvet. Delicate glass bottles. Hanging prisms sure to reflect insanity-inducing specters on the walls. Furry pillows that will either be mistaken for an enemy or his mother's teat (either way, it's going nowhere desirable).
The practicality of life isn't exactly sexy, but we can't all live in a shelter magazine.
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