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My Style

I read decorating blogs and other such a fair amount these days. I’ve never really understood how the very rich can relax in their homes when everything is worth so much. I grew up in a well-to-do neighborhood and saw this type of decorating a good deal. Always made me feel as if I should be wearing a velvet dress, maryjanes, and white fold-over socks. Still does. Classic? Yeah, okay, but it’s almost all the same, it’s display for the sake of showing off the art, rich fabrics, and enormous or richly detailed rooms.

So, my style is a bit different. Shabby because I don’t want to worry about whether or not something gets scuffed. I’m not interested in quantities of roses or other frou-frou, not interested in spending a lot of money for matchy-matchy stuff. I have things I love, yes indeed I do, and some of them  cannot be replaced, they’re artist pieces or have special history for me.

I’m equally not interested in having,the newest “whatever.” I look at websites and think the stuff is nice, but I have no temptation to spend $100 on a lamp in most cases or $200  on something else. If I really like the looks of something, I keep my eye out for an alternative, a cheaper one, another at a future date, or I’ll give it up.

There are things which are just so expensive I wonder who can afford to buy this stuff? Lamps, sheet sets, and rugs are the first things which come to mind, almost all > $100 these days. My reaction to most of this is that I buy used lamps, mostly white sheets (used when I can find them) and make my own rugs. Alternately, I’d buy ONE 100% linen sheet, if I ever found one on sale when I could afford it (hasn’t happened yet!) Linen, when cared for correctly, can last for years. Cotton just dissolves in modern washers.

So I’m a rebel and a luddite. Or maybe I’m just cheap? No. I refuse to spend money to impress others. I like what I like and price is always a consideration. I’m not willing to spend major money on stuff to keep up or participate in a trend, although I might in specific areas, like buying expensive paint from England because it doesn’t make me sick. I suppose this is a direct response to all the years I tried so hard to be in style. It never worked and I’ve long since given up the idea. Now I’m an old lady and I can do as I please — and I am!

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