Back to my dead horse flogging... I still have this itch (not going to say where) that something is bubbling up. Something capital-T Traditional.
In a recent post, I brought up the prospect of Radical Colonial Redux. We've seen it raise its decorating zombie head in a new Pottery Barn collabo. Now West Elm, sanctuary of all things geometry and MCM, has introduced the Hewes chair (above). Did you just hear tires screeching, too?
Traditional has never left us, but I'm not talking about its current sorority sister iteration of lacquer, rigid symmetry, and Z Gallerie chinoiserie. This is what I mean:
Mark D. Sikes via Pinterest.
Carolina Irving via Pinterest.
Pattern upon pattern, brown furniture, oils of long-dead unattractive people, rugs that look like potholders, clutter, clutter and more clutter.
Dumplings, I tell you what, I'm ready for it. I'm of a mood to sell my groovy post-and-beam '70s mountain pad, buy me something 200+ years old in New England and let the chintz fly. Who's with me?