I've got a three-day weekend only an hour or so away, and I've been so looking forward to fully unpacking, organizing, setting up, and decorating our apartment. I love the new place--it's a real, adult apartment with high ceilings and six windows and multiple rooms, so many rooms that we're turning one into a walk-in closet. In New York City. Can you imagine?? Those of you who witnessed the shoebox I lived in on the Upper East Side can well picture my delight.
Because I am so excited about decorating, and because I am fervently obeying my "no more gossip blog" resolution, I've been gazing at pretty photos on design sites across the Internet, and I've come to the realization that I have a pet peeve:
People who color code their books.
Listen, I'll agree that it makes a nice picture, but Domino magazine took it so far they constructed an entire slide show about it, complete with such tips as "it's even better to make your books color coordinate with your wall art and couch!"
I'm just going to leave this one open to comments, not trusting myself to be polite about people who buy books solely for the color of their spine.