This weekend was the first glimpse of spring and we took full advantage.
I woke up Saturday morning and Doug had decided to tear down our screened in porch. {Insert panic attack} Some of the wood was starting to rot. The joys of being a homeowner. Not a day goes by that something needs to be fixed.
What happened next was no bueno. My friend Rachel, took my friend Jessica and I to a local consignment store and we came across this...
I debated putting pictures on here because the pictures do not do it justice. Think more chinoiserie/chintz and less Tommy Bahama. I have been slowly redecorating our front living room. Selling off things piece by piece. I left the store feeling like a obsessive, crazy person. I was so excited...
As soon as I got home I showed Doug. He broke out in laughter.
Then I called my Mom.
" Really? That looks like your grandmother's hand me down."
My friend...
" Pretty. What are you going to recover it in?"
I get it. Not everyone loves chintz. It is hard. It is kooky, but so am I. I am pretty confident and know what I like. What happens when your taste goes against the popular opinion? I think it is easy to second guess yourself. At the end of the day, you have got to go with your gut and do what you love. If you love it, it never goes out of style.
I think
Jenny would approve.