Things in a House

Not my house, but rather a house I spent two nights in, and for those two nights it felt like this random collection of weird things were indeed mine

I mean I would not have choosen them in a million years, and if I lived here I would change everything but for this moment, this weekend it seemed apt that these things were here and that the winter sun was shining on them and I could imagine a moment in which maybe just maybe this decorating style might work

But then I remember that I like mininalism and order and loathe dust so this is never, ever going to work.