Snapshot

I often catch myself gazing at what I like to call "floor art." The stuff that serves little to no purpose except to draw the eye downward and complete a style of a room that I notice in more people's homes that you can imagine. These decorative candle holders, a rustic basket, intricate magazine racks.... table legs. My dogs like to call them urinals, chew toys, snacks, and materials that need to be shredded and spread all over other parts of the floor, so no square footage feels left out. I sure am lucky to have such equal opportunity mini-tornadoes sharing my floor space with me.