For me, the old-fashioned idea of a woman’s dressing table being this central place of beauty and adornment, an explosion of all things feminine, a small corner of the world belonging solely to a house’s mistress. It just seems so romantic. Or maybe I'm just saying that because I live in a house with 4 boys.
Something about it just makes me want to take a deep breath and enjoy a few minuites by myself.
Do you have a favorite spot in the house?