I can't paint. I can't write. I can't sing. But I can decorate and run a house, and light it, and heat it, and have it like a living thing.
It is not chic to be too chic.
I am going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.
You can't take it with you. There are no pockets in a shroud.
I believe in plenty of optimism and white paint.
You will express yourself in your house whether you want to or not.