My home decor style could be categorized as ‘shabby chic’ minus the ‘chic’ part. Nearly every piece of furniture I have is someone else’s cast off, an estate sale treasure, or Salvation Army find. My mother replaces her sofas every few years, so I’m on my third new-to-me sofa and love seat. I refuse to buy new furniture for a couple of reasons, not the least of which being that I live on a teacher’s salary and new furniture just isn’t in the budget. Mostly though I won’t buy anything new because I have two kids, a dog, and two cats. Maybe one day I’ll be able to have nice things, but I don’t know. I kind of like the eclectic look of my random jumbling of home furnishings.
Over the summer a family friend’s grandmother passed away. While this was indeed a very sad occasion, we are now the proud owners of a new-to-us dining room table, barstools, weed eater, and curtains. And oh, what curtains! I’ve never really paid much attention to window dressings, but these curtains are magical. I’m almost as excited about our new curtains as this lady was about hers:
But I’m not kidding when I say these curtains are magical. I mean, just look at them:
Just one look and I was instantly transported back to nineteen eighty-something. I’m 5 years old, in my grandmother’s living room, not a care in the world. Looking through the Sears Wish Book for Christmas presents… Playing Frogger on the Atari… Watching music videos on Mtv… I’m overcome by nostalgia.
I’m not kidding when I say these curtains make me absolutely giddy.
Here’s another angle. I love the juxtaposition of the 1980’s curtains with the 1990’s country blue wall paper:
There are some who will say this look is tacky, but I don’t care. To me, my home is the most beautiful place in the world. And even if I had a million dollars, I would still furnish my home with second hand junk because it’s just who I am.
Now if anyone has a coffee table they’d like to get rid of, hit me up! I’d be happy to take it off your hands.