I just ran across these pictures from my "Shabby Chic" phase. I would still consider myself a "Shabby Chick", (in more ways than one!) but I have packed away my vintage fabrics for white linen. I have packed away my pink depression glass for an all white palette.
If houses ARE like relationships, then decorating is like our ever-changing wardrobes!
I loooooved big hair and blue eye shadow in 1988. (I should also admit to a brief affair with blue mascara in 1989 - I was experimenting, ok?)
Pictures from that era make me giggle and wonder "What the @!#$ was I thinking and how did I fit through the door with all that HAIR?" (Remember the spiral perm and Aqua Net?)
I have run through about 87 other styles since then, but I was certain that each look was waaaaay better than the last!
Maybe this is what happens to our decorating. We love it when we are "in it" and laugh at it when we look back. I'm just not there, yet.
I still love my vintage floral fabrics, my paint chipped picture frames and my wicker furniture. I have just moved on, I need a change, a challenge. Kind of like the "It's not you, it's me" relationship.