Apparently, I'm not very original when it comes to my "decorating style." Sure, I have my fair share of IKEA-crap, but who doesn't? For what it's worth, I have gone to great lengths to make my spacious studio apartment homey, cozy, and reflective of who I am.
"Who I am," according to my mother's home decorating guide, is "eclectic." I have been labeled as "eclectic."
How is it possible to be labeled something that is essentially defined as "undefined?"
Then again, whenever I have to choose my "race" on a scantron sheet or at the DMV, I always end up filling in the spot for "OTHER."