I had referenced Justina Blakeney's blog in that post, and I've been going back to it ever since. Trying to understand what suddenly is so appealing to me.
I don't quite understand why I am mesmerized by this style of design. I don't like too much clutter (though many would disagree with that). And I haven't thought too much about cultural influences when it comes to my own decorating style.
Then I asked myself: What is my decorating style?
I don't think my decorating style has ever quite fit into any current genre: a bit cottage, yes. A bit country, yes. Not modern or contemporary. Not French Country, though I love the reds.
I never really liked the distressed look. To me it seems a bit strange to paint something and make it look pretty, then start to rough it up. A bit of a non-sequitur?
I know, everyone seems to like distressed furniture. I will quote Sonny of Dream Lane again: "I don't see it as just distressed," she has told me on the phone. "I see it as destroyed." I have to agree with her somewhat on that.
I guess I'm just a bit too pragmatic. The whole concept doesn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense. But I realize I'm probably in the vast minority on that.
I do adore house plants. All plants really. But many bloggers don't seem all that interested in indoor plants. Oh, there's the bulbs blooming you'll see around Christmastime. And the succulents and sedums that have people so riveted these days.
And of course the fiddle-leafed fig plant that gained such notoriety that everyone seemed to have to have one. Which is why I instantly didn't want one.
See this pretty piece of furniture at Justina Blakeney's home? It doesn't seem touched by distressing to me. Just a pretty coat of colorful paint. Simple. That I like.
I do love vintage. But vintage as it's originally found. Or repurposed.
The photo on the right shows framed items in what appears to be their "found" state. That makes sense to me.
The white piece of furniture above does not appear to show signs of obvious distressing.
I just never jumped on the band wagon of all these miraculous paints. Milk paint, chalk paint. To me, it is just expensive paint. And I'm too thrifty for that to appeal to me.
Then when someone then distresses that coat of paint that was more expensive than a paint I would purchase, it seems a bit odd to me. If you're just going to scratch it back up or distress it, why not just buy cheap paint?
But then, what do I know?
Yes, I did eschew the white/beige/gray look from the beginning. I have to have color. For myself, that is.
So this I know. When I clicked onto some moderately bohemian lifestyle photos (not the kind that look like hippy throw up) this morning, I realized that I felt excited about this new-to-me decor style. I also realized I already had been using ideas from it for years.
And might just want to incorporate a bit more. Maybe I'll even add pink!
It feels like it is from another time, brought back to delight my senses. Perhaps that is the appeal to me. It has lots of color. And layering. Which I've always leaned toward. And uses more cultural influence than I'm accustomed to.
There is a naturalness about it that brings a sense of serenity to me.
And so far I haven't seen the ubiquitous stainless steel appliances, thank goodness. I will be glad when that trend has trended.
This takes me back to childhood. When our grandmothers made plenty of bean and pea soups with veggies. So there is nostalgia and thriftiness thrown in.
I just have this feeling that you may be seeing a bit more boho here in the not so distant future. Nothing over the top. Just remnants of this style that appeals to me in various ways.