I am not good at decorating, everything gravitates towards stark, so I try.
This placement grew from the advisability of keeping my set of scales visible, to remind me what it is for. I didn’t want it just plonked down though, so I straddled it with the little driftwood stool I made for Stefan when he gashed his leg, and topped it with the basket of nail file, floss and pebbles to entertain the distractable while enthroned. The nail file is a fish scale, from Nepenthe in Big Sur, there’s a bit of posh.
A plus is that the finely quilted top of the scales echoes the piqué towels my globe-trotting sister brought me from Rome. Will anyone else ever notice?