Growing up, I don't think my parents put much thought into home decor. A lot of our furniture is mismatched and throw together out of convenience and maybe what they liked about each separate piece when they first saw it at the store. I suppose there just wasn't much consideration. My parents recently bought a new leather couch though. We were shopping for a new fridge and after picking out a fridge, my mom started to walk around the big box store. She then told me we were getting a new couch. OK, Mom. The couch is near black and I suppose it matches the black marble-print coffee table a little bit better now, but for the most part, our furniture is still mismatched.
Mismatched furniture never mattered though. The mismatched picture frames never mattered either. All the pieces functioned and they were well used. All the frames held photos, memories and anecdotes of my childhood and my parents' adventures. All the strange knick knacks spoke of our experiences. Like this one time my mom and I went to a yard sale and bought these awful, ridiculous looking piggy banks for $3. I love those things.
I realize home isn't the white brick wall or the sheepskin on a chair though. Home is where we breathe a little more slowly, laugh a little too loudly and sleep peacefully. Home is home is home.
Images are taken from Urban Outfitters' "About A Space" blog articles.
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