There is no denying that my parents possessed what you would call an extraordinarily eclectic' sense of interior decorating taste (aka complete lack of style). Growing up, the inside of our home was the hideous love child of the pastel-pink-loving-tightie-whitie-wearing-southern-country-man and the neurologically-damaged-town-pack-rat-lady that managed to keep every single piece of plastic/glass/garbage that passed in front of her gaping eyes. As a result of being traumatized by a decade of pure visual torture, I have become mildly obsessed with aesthetically pleasing images of home decoration. Between the smoothly-textured panels of the whitewashed walls/ceilings, the slabs of natural wood fabricated into furniture, the rustic copper-colored spiral staircase, and the uniquely patterned pieces that appear as if they have been hand picked from all over the world; this home is the epitome of sheer perfection.
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