brown plaid

I have begun to notice some strange things happening in my house style-wise. I have always liked a sort of modern, beachy look. I have dreamed of a very white sofa with white furniture and pops of teal and green and blue everywhere. Today, though I am considering recovering my sofa in brown plaid. And I am pretty sure it will actually go with everything I have. Somehow, i fell in love with an orange sofa i found on Craigslist a couple of years ago. My white kitchen chairs are starting to break and I was thinking about buying black eames style fiberglass chairs. BLACK CHAIRS!! I have red and orange everywhere, and saw a yellow striped rug I thought would go really well in here. WHAT??????

My house is becoming a warm, cozy retro cave. That is the name of its new style. I honestly have no idea what that means. It used to be a breezy, modern beach farmhouse. I don’t know. It’s like I have no actual control over these things and the design is just evolving on it’s own.

The evolution has a stimulus: four dirty kids with pizza on their hands and chocolate milk on their mouths. Cleats with mud mean dark rugs are a must-have for fall. The more pattern, the more dark color, the better. It’s practicality winning out over preference. If I buy what’s available on Craigslist I will feel less upset if (actually, when) they break, stain, or otherwise ruin it. I have officially left behind my idealistic youthful dreams and embraced the harsh reality that little people are messy!!!!

I just enjoy life more when I don’t expect perfection out of imperfect people. That includes myself. I will miss the mark many times in many different scenarios, and so will the people around me. But there will be dark plaid washable slipcovers, and mustard yellow stripey rugs to gracefully cover our errors, and, even more importantly, a God who will pick us up, dust us off, and make something brilliant out of it all.

How cool is that!