Ah the life of an interior stylist. It's not all cushion fluffing and flower arranging you know! There are some serious skillz that need to go down in the world of being a bad-ass interior stylist, and one does wonder sometimes if these are things that can be learned or if they are in our DNA from birth. My handy 10 point checklist should help you work it out. 


You have at least 20 arty / fashiony coffee table books, 18 of which have never been read but look really cool on your sideboard. 

10 signs that you were born to be an interior stylist


If two contrasting materials are next to each other then STOP EVERYTHING, cos that shit needs an instagram picture. Concrete and marble? Glass and fur? Wood and metal? ARRGH IT'S BLOWING MY MIND WITH ITS AMAZINGNESS. 


You restyle your bookshelves every couple of weeks just so that you can create the flyest #shelfie the world has ever seen.

10 signs you were born to be an interior styist


You have a panic attack if your Cire Trudon scented candle is not burning the right way so that the wax lays flat in one smooth, flat layer (yeah, you know what I'm talking about).


You have a slightly freaky obsession with photographing tiny abstract architectural details of houses. Shadow gaps, crown moulding, or the slightly erotic curve of a restored victorian door handle. Most people don't even get what these insanely close up pictures are but those who know, KNOW.

10 signs that you were born to be an interior stylist


You are the queen at creating an effortless overhead shot of an easy going living scene, with perfectly cut through splices of coffee mugs or notebooks, but no-one knows that shot took 40 attempts and at least 20 minutes of 'effortless' spoon placement. 


You have every type of tape known to man in your possession, and they are tied together in a big loop with a silk ribbon, a piece of rope or something equally as 'stylist-y'.


Hours of your life are lost finding the perfect way of placing and plumping a cushion. Whether you're a karate chop kinda chick or the punch and place type, you know all the moves. Just don't fucking touch them when you sit down, alright?


You own a collection of random twigs, postcards, leaves, shells, ribbons and B&W photos because you saw them once out and about and know that ONE DAY they will end up being the perfect styling addition to a shot. For now they sit in a tescos carrier bag gathering dust but must never be thrown away. Cos one day.... One day...


You literally give no shits if the back of something has a huge hole or stain, as long as what's seen by a naked eye is perfection then ALL IS GOOD IN THE WORLD.

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