No frills
Cripes. I was struggling my way through the new Lonny online magazine, which has abandoned it’s bright, eclectic signature style for one issue to bring you a ‘Trad Home’ special. As I say, struggling through, trying to stay with it, when this flounced across the page.
You wouldn’t make your worst enemy be a bridemaid in that, surely?
Not frilly, but I couldn’t resist sharing this bout of how-the-other-half-live craziness. I personally wouldn’t want to have houndstooth check outdoor furniture, and I certainly wouldn’t want to match it to my fountain. But there was one thing I did quite like…
Am I mental? Has all the frilly skirtage and op-art garden action fried my brain? It’s a teenage bedroom obviously, but that bed, that bed…
Yes, it has fried your brain. Mind you, my late mother-in-law would have loved that dressing table…… only possibly in mauve.
I knew I’d seen that look somewhere before! I loved Gran’s dressing table – but maybe my idea of glamour has moved on…
It’s not so much the houndstooth furniture that makes me squint, but the array of accessible cacti in that garden ….one too many frozen margaritas and i’d be toddling about punctured within an inch of my life!
Aren’t the cacti amazing? I guess the designer felt the need to compete!
nearly vomited at the sight of the frilly dressing table Jill, YUK and YUK again.
Hi Debra this delight was brought to you by my other (blog) half, I take no responsibility for it! But yes, blegh.