While caring for my cousins one summer I had to stay with strangers for three long days and nights. Envision me, two little kids (two years old and a three month old) surrounded by silk pillows, gold leaf covered furniture, chintz fabric, and expensive rugs. With no place to change diapers I laid the little cousins on a sofa, bent over to change them and bumped my head on an ornate oil painting that fell on my head. What's my interior design style? Not that. I figured that out at twelve.
I loved this piece. So funny.