Hermit dog mom’s hobbies don’t match up
It has become increasingly obvious to me lately that my passions and my lifestyle do not exactly — how should I put it? —mesh. In fact, they seem to be diametrically opposed. On all sorts of mildly ridiculous levels. Take, as one of the more obvious examples, my obsession with rare, hard-to-find vintage stuff. My tastes on the decor end tend to lean toward an eclectic mid-century modern-meets-boho-meets maxilimalist aeshetic — which I promise looks better than it sounds. As a result, nearly every stick of furniture and every decoration in my home has been ...
