Whenever I visit my older sister Katie, I am consumed by a desire to go back to my house and (a) paint my walls the exact same shades as hers and (2) throw away my junk - Katie's house is always so clean (but still warm. And not in the hot, humid Virginia sense of the word). It calms my hyper self down to spend time there, enjoying her thoughtful little corners (and perfect light fixtures).
(mobile by Roost. So pretty.)
(thoughtful quotes. And I love my sister's handwriting)
(I really want to plop down on that bed. It smelled so good in her guest room - like clean linens and fresh flowers.)