I think about it as I sit in conversations with other ladies. They talk about painting in shades of brown or beige. Very different, you know. You're so very daring if you chose a DARK brown or a little safer with a lovely sage green. It seems like there is a very specific definition of what is beautiful and anything outside of that is just unacceptable. Fashion trends are in there too. Right now, as mommies, scarves seem to be very "in". I've got a lovely purple one in my closet. I sit in a conversation with friends who have very similar tastes and nod as they agree on what is deemed to be so very beautiful. Later, I think about the stuff I think is beautiful.
I like sparkly, shiny, definitely soft. I am a fan of rhinestones and sequins and jeweled beads. I like red and purple, ballet pink and green. If I could afford it, I would wear dresses and heels often. I love emeralds and sapphires and would like to own some of them. I love a dining room table with an eclectic blend of chairs. I like cloth napkins, napkin rings, tin ceilings, jadeite dishes, mismatched place settings in various shades of white, and flowers in my hair. I want a cherry red couch with some embroidered eggplant pillows.
With decorating, I feel like, if I see it every day, then it only matters if I like it. It is freeing to think style doesn't have to live up to a mysterious standard written down... somewhere. I haven't found any such thing at the library yet. I think the most beautiful spaces are the ones where you enter and feel welcome, comfortable, and loved. The best people are the ones that make you feel that way too.
I may give up on the heels. They are just not practical for playing a lot of "Red light, Green light" or potty training. They also make me taller than my husband. I can compromise ..... a little. The red couch, however, will be in my living room.
