Don’t ever let anyone tell you miracles can’t happen. Our decades-long marriage has weathered another round of my pounding nails into our plaster walls.
Seems like just yesterday we were painting everything gray or white. Antique and vintage dealers lamented their warehouses full of unsellable furniture with one key phrase: “brown is down.”
Translation: brown (wood) furniture simply did not sell. Period. It seemed no one wanted the heavy old walnut, oak, or cherry pieces of the past. Chalk paint sellers, on the other hand, made a killing. It seemed like you couldn’t enter an antique shop that didn’t offer some shabby chic white or turquoise-painted furniture.
Everything was light and bright and “farmhouse” fresh. That last one does make me giggle. Anyone living in an actual working farmhouse knows having everything white isn’t the best idea. True farmhouse might be better suited to the color of hay and mud, perhaps grain?
I still love that bright and white look. It’s so pretty. That said I am also so pleased to see old-fashioned antiques coming back in vogue. Today’s antique market report is that prices have risen on everything from rustic to semi-ornate Victorian pieces.
After decades of flat-pack furniture assembled with an Allen wrench furnishing first homes, it’s nice to see young adults embrace quality. Each time a young person appreciates a fine finish or dove-tailed drawer, I know there is hope for us yet.
I first set up housekeeping as an adult over two decades ago. In that time, I have weathered my share of decorating trends. There was the all-floral Laura Ashley phase. It was like we lived in a garden party fever dream for a few years. Sorry honey.
Then came the hunter green and burgundy plaid era. I still love that color combination.