A Year of Anne Geddes Inspiration
Nineteen ninety-three. That’s the year I became obsessed with cupid and baby statues.
It’s also the year I learned that having too many laying around in plain sight for visitors to see instilled in them an odd fear because it was difficult to explain why having thirty-four cupid and baby statues not for sale made good decorating sense when my only piece of furniture was a bed in a studio apartment.
After a year I let them all go, along with their matching framed prints that in hindsight might have been overkill.