Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong era but when I try to think where I truly belong, I get confused. I look at history and art and science and think, maybe Renaissance France? Or I read Jane Austen and think, maybe mid-1800s England? Or I see fashions from early last century and think, maybe the 1940s here in the good ol' US of A? And then I find Etsy shops like The White Pepper and I feel convinced I belong in the 1960s. More specifically, a hip little urban apartment in New York City with all the groovy mid-century fixings.
My grandma use to have a table like the one pictured in 2. I loved to sit on the table part, poke my legs through the back, and use the little top area as my personal dining table! Also, how cute is that little squirrel? No idea what purpose he serves but I'd like to have him just keep me company at my desk.
Anything above catch your eye?