Even My Aunt Joan, Hopelessly Sentimental About

I Think Everyone Must Have A First Memory Of Some House, Some Room, A Vivid Picture That Will Remain Deep Down In One Forever.

It Has Not Been An Easy Cross To Bear. It Has Caused Considerable Confusion. My Husband Constantly Complained About The Awkwardness Of Being Married To A Woman Whom He Called Sister.

It Is Only My Eye That Has Helped Me. I Am Still Hopeless With That Thing Called A Scale Ruler. I Love Color, But That Comes Very Naturally To Me. From The Beginning, I Never Followed Trends. If I Was Aware Of Them, I Didn't Care, For I Believed As I Do Now, That Rooms Should Be Timeless And Very Personal. I Don't Set Out To Achieve A Particular Style. And I Certainly Don't Have A 'look' - Just A Mishmash Of Everything That Somehow, By Instinct, Usually Turns Out To Be A Warm Imaginative, 'living Room'.

Even My Aunt Joan, Hopelessly Sentimental About Every Member Of Our Family, Admitted That I Was Hideous.

You Can Never Achieve Anything In A House Unless You Have Things That Have Been Passed Down And You Find A Place For Them For Yourself.