One size does not fit all. If you have a brand new home in a look-alike neighborhood, then go ahead with what’s “in”. But if you have an old and beleaguered house, with crooked walls and battered baseboard heater covers, with weird angles and misplaced windows, you need to form a cohesive whole. One that goes.
Goes? Yes, goes. One that goes with the house, the setting, and one that suits you, even if no one else gets it at all, even if it couldn’t possibly be less “in”.
A brief history of decorating:
Our house had darkly stained (almost black) wood trim, unpainted. The walls were a dark diarrhea color, and the crowning touch was the mauve Formica countertops to match the pink-ish stain on the cabinets. My budget was for paint. Not new trim or countertops or cabinets. Paint.
After much searching I finally hit on a golden apricot for the walls and a trim color called “Blackberry” which was deep purple most of the time (I took the doors off the upper cabinets and display dishes rather than pink-ness).
But there was that time of the day when the purple trim was just garish as heck against the white areas of the kitchen, and not all that complementary with those lovely mauve countertops. The countertops were the sticking point – the mauve against the apricot, which also at some times of the day was just plain orangey papaya, began to be a thorn in my side.
I griped in my head every time I looked at it. If I could just get new countertops. I spent a couple of years on this “if” but to no avail. Fine. One fine day I would have new countertops. In the meantime I would go to what always works for me. Paint.
Don’t want to repaint the whole thing. How about just the kitchen including the wall that is also the window wall of the dining room? What color then? Finally I found it. A lovely and very pale green/yellow (depending on the light, but more green than yellow).
The mauve countertops against the green look fantastic. The ugly old now appears lovely vintage. I am so very pleased with this outcome of my efforts. However, there was one thing. The corner.
With a bit of uncertainty I had stopped in the dining room corner, where each color refused to cooperate with or give way to the other.
And so. Something to tie it all together. Perhaps a border that went all the way around the dining room. I found the border. A year later I thought (border still in drawer) of stripes on the lower part of the wall, beneath the border. Another year later I did it, and you see the results above.
I leave it to your imagination to envision how awful this room looked before I painted, but let me assure you that when that trim was stained walnut, and later when those walls were painted in shades of body excrement, those things were “in”.
Again, what’s “in” should be what works for you. My house is high in the Rockies and it’s often chilly. I want warm colors. My house is also a 70’s monstrosity of vaulted ceilings and weird angles, and the argument could certainly be made that “granny” decor doesn’t fit. But the final word on it all is “mine”. This is house is mine, and so what’s “in” is irrelevant.
No design police are coming, no magazine photographer either. What’s “in” about this house are the people who LIVE “in” this house (continual compliments from my beloveds on this new creative endeavor).
I encourage you. Go browsing and digging around thrift shops, estate sales, antique stores, kitchen stores and consignment shops, and your own “stuff” for something that absolutely delights you. Let your imagination go.
Just remember this: “In” is based on someone else’s imagination, or lack thereof. Again, this house is your house!
Happy Real Decorating!
P.S. Somewhere in all this – about a year ago, I think, I painted the trim white, a lovely brilliant white with the very teeniest hint of rose (in certain light).