I love stuff. Old stuff. Junk. Paint peeling rusty falling apart shiny satiny speckled dusty. Whatever. There's no limit to what's cool in Mary's world. The stuff in Anthropologie is always a joy to look at; these glossy pink quartz bookends, for instance.
Or this fabulous chandelier and candle lantern made from iron cast twigs.
Or these paper shades suspended from the ceiling.
Even the mirror reflecting the stairs, shadows and the big pink flower in the window. It's all good.