When I was in Morocco last summer, I bought several large ornamental plates. One of them, with its rich yellow and red pattern and silver latticework overlay, is a lovely piece but very different from the other blue and white ceramics I brought home. I didn’t know what to do with it. There was no obvious place on the wall and it seemed out of place wherever I tried to hang it.
Same thing for a pretty little vintage cloisonne vase that I found in a shop in Colorado (the same shop that had the butterflies). I loved the shape, the turquoise color, and the floral motif, but I didn’t have anywhere to put it that made sense. Wherever I put it, it just felt random.
Then one day I started focusing on the space between the ceiling and the top of the bookcase in my bedroom. I didn’t like it. It felt empty; a little awkward. I stewed and stewed. Then it dawned on me: “What if I did this . . . ”
Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.