Recently, my better half, Andrew, and I have been working on finishing up some latent decorating projects around the house. These projects have forced me to make key design decisions that would be a part of our lives for many years to come.
After a near melt-down in Home Depot over too many possible kitchen cabinet finishes, I realized that my décor style and my product style are one and the same. Duh…
Old World, Boho Chic, Retro Vintage Eclecticism. Wow!
My mind raced back to my formative years as a teenager when I was naturally drawn to gauzy, Indian print maxi dresses, feathered earrings, big tapestry hobo handbags and silver jewelry. I even had a wild, 70’s curly-perm mane of hair.
Boho Chic, although that is not what we would have called it back then. I was just being “me”.
How the heck did I lose that sense of style I had loved so much, and that had come so naturally to me back then?
Somewhere in the preppy world of college, I allowed myself to be led in a design direction that was not my own… for shame!
With this revelation, I have since reversed that misfortune and have taken steps to re-develop my love of pattern, rich color and texture.
I fervently haunt thrift shops and yard sales to find the things that bring me inspiration. It is like I have stepped out of a bad dream and back into the world I was meant to live in.
Hey, I gotta be me.
‘til next time,