We hung a few more pictures today. It’s peculiar to discover, when you move to a new house, that you cannot continue to hang the same pictures in the same places. The dining room, for instance, is terra cotta at night (apricot in daylight) — a big change from the sage green of our previous dining room. The same décor doesn’t work here. Our cowboy-themed living room has been left behind with the wood paneling in Virginia; horse lamps are relegated to the bedroom, one Charles Russell is now above the dining room fireplace (where it may or may not stay) and another is in the WC of all places.
Yes, when a person steps into the powder room outhouse and closes the door, he or she is surrounded by horses. I blame the mirror.
Spokalulu 