the ONLY three good excuses:
2. hmm. couldn’t think of a second one.
if your home stands on floor-to-ceiling windows open to the glorious bosom of Mother Earth, i don’t give a flying f about your couch.
note that without nature’s WOW, the decor is gross:
house perfection lives at the sweet spot where architecture sheds the role of a ticky-tacky deadbeat dad and steps up to the plate in the residential interiors-architecture-landscaping family. remember the barcelona cement factory and the LA frank lloyd wright house?
add this one to the list of houses worthy of my mortgage. (still counting on one hand.)