CALL ME JAY.
“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.
I'm moving flats soon, and I'm getting utterly carried away planning it. I've found my dream flat and now I'm just waiting for all the paperwork and credit checks (eek) to go through. Fingers crossed for me because I think if it now falls through I may die.
I basically want to live like I'm Gatsby, lots of Art Deco gold and glass with some warmer textures thrown in. My Polyvore has been taken over because I'm clipping mugs and forks and my Pinterest is unrecognisable. Send help.
