My dad's den has always been my favorite room of my parents' house. When I was a little kid, I always wanted to sit and play in his den while he did paperwork at his desk, and now I dig through his records.
My dad's eye for Native American flourishes, crystal clusters, keepsake books, antlers, and other frontier gems has had a big influence on me over the years. If you heard me say that someone "decorates like my dad," you'd probably assume that was on insult, but it couldn't be farther from it.
I wish I'd brought my full camera home with me last time, but phone photos will have to do for now.
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