I hate my space at the Porch. It has no cohesion or sense of direction. It looks like I filled the trailer from the garage and dumped it in a heap at the shop. The Shabbies are there wonderfully decorating and tieing their spaces together. Their merchandise is all coordinated in the color du jour and the presentation is spectacular. (Damn I must have missed the meeting where they decided that aquas, teals and turquoise were in and old car rusty primer was out).
They are merchandisers with a flair for decorating. I am a stacker piling the boxes of Wheaties on the metal shelves. They are presenters offering the customers a cozy pink nest. I am the junk man wondering if I should have washed that mirror after only 20 years in the garage.