Fashion is a form of ugly so intolerable that we must change it every six months. -attributed to Oscar Wilde
I attended a patio party last night and I learned that houses are subject to the diktats of style. Oh, the horror.
|"Edward! Edward! Put down the damned scissors!"
|One of this year's colors is called "Bilious" after the famous designer Bilious the Kid.
|And this color is called "Little Mermaid". Did you realize that the kids who grew up watching Little Mermaid are now old enough to buy houses and paint?
|Tell me one more time: Why is this superior to Avocado? You remember Avocado colored appliances, right? (cue, mocking laughter in the background)
|"Brushed Obsidian" is back in fashion. Like the late 80's, it tells discriminating house guests that you know your way around a line of coke.
The most magnificent thing about using clutter as a styling feature is that it changes daily. I am always on the bleeding edge of fashion.
The second most magnificent thing about using clutter as a fashion statement is that I can change the pair of footware (swapping out a pair of black sandals for a pair of gray running shoes) I cached beneath a chair without having to totally change three more rooms to make them match. You cannot say that about floor coverings.
And the arguments that having a stylish house will make it sell faster or for more money ring hollow. I hope to live here for a very, very long time.
Another factor comes into play. I watch Kubota's friends try to sell him cars and trucks. They are trying to recover the money they sank into lift kits, mudders (tires), fancy wheels, stereos, subwoofers, fancy upholstery and so on. While those trucks may look cool, they are not Kubota. They were personalized but they were not personalized by Kubota and most of those enhancements actually reduce the truck's value as a means to get to work every day.
|Fashion: Spend more, get less.
---added five minutes later---Upon rereading, this post is too snarky by half.
The hosts of the patio party were gracious beyond words. The male host offered samples of a couple of new single-malt whiskys that fell into his clutches. Both were 12 years old. The first one was called Highland Park. The other, if I remember correctly, was called Hamtramck Heights.
I enjoyed my evening even as I marvel at what people spend money on.