Nesting instinct

The 'nesting instinct' describes the compulsion to settle into one's home with the intention of laying a bunch of eggs that eventually turn into a gaggle of peeping birds. However, I think it might also apply when the bird feels the compelling need to go back to its mother's nest to take a break from city life and watch an uninterrupted stream of reality tv from the couch.

My mom should have been a museum curator, a Hollywood set designer, or some sort of eBay guru. She has the ability to find unique items that she incorporates artistically into everyday life. Instead, my mom was an elementary school librarian, which means that I had a far more stable upbringing than I would have with those other options. Dang.

Anyway, I tried to capture a few photos of her latest finds -- pardon the blurriness and unflattering lighting.

Bubble bath bottle

Mural of Italian countryside in the powder room

Copper touches

When did people stop embroidering stuff? These 'Mr. and Mrs.' pillows are adorable.

Erm... but they were also on my bed. Thanks for the hint, Mom.

Beautiful old prints in the guest bathroom, the colors are so vibrant in person.

Cool glass paperweight - part of a collection.

It's rare for a home to feel fresh and interesting when there are a lot of antiques around, but she manages to do it. It feels like every object there has a story.

Which makes sense, given her profession.