So there's a one way sign on our family room wall. Pointing to the corner, no less. Is that one way to NYC? Or one way to your punishment in the corner? Or one way to escape out of the chimney? I'm not really sure. Seems like an odd place to hang a road sign, but I love it. I found it at the same antique shop as the buffet I drooled over last week. I just couldn't resist. I sent B.J. a picture of it and told him we needed it. He agreed, so it lives with us now.
Let me tell you why I love it and why it's hanging on our family room wall. 1. It's black and white. 2. I love typography. 3. It's unexpected.
I'm totally drawn to funky, eclectic spaces, where everywhere you look is something crazy and unexpected. However, I feel like I play it too safe in my own home. So hanging the one way sign on our family room wall is me taking baby steps away from playing it safe. You know, like going the wrong way on a one way. Yeah, I really just said that.