I’ll never be accused of loving ‘Country Style’, but I’m WAY OVER  the versions put forth by  Pottery Barn.

I think it’s the ‘faux’-ness of it all – (I mean, if you like quilts, invest in the real deal and support an artisan).  Bleh.

Each season my favorite shelter mags do a ‘white room issue’, and though white rooms are technically calm, clean and pretty, they leave me totally cold. Doesn’t matter how layered they are, I never get that ‘ooooooooooh!’ response that I do from a colorful space…I always wish that even just a pop of color had been used. Am I the only one who feels this way?

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(It’s not what you think.)

In our zeal to decorate our homes, we sometimes fall victim to what I like to call ‘Silly Filler’…and a bowl of balls falls into this category. If our space is supposed to reflect our personality, desires, hopes and loves, then what exactly is a bin of dusty balls sitting on the coffee table contributing to the party?

I’ll take empty space over this sadness any day.

Some rooms have all the right ingredients…technically. But upon closer inspection, I’ve gotta say, ‘eh.’

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I don’t want to dine beneath anemic blood platelets and albino sacks. It kinda’ put’s me off my feed (which is a nearly impossible to do).

What’s with fake flowers?

Look. They are bad. Even the high quality ones are bad. Do you know why? Because they make a mockery of the real deal. Fresh blooms – the scent, the colors, the imperfections – are special because they’re ephemeral. Nothing lasts forever, and that’s what their beauty is supposed to remind you of.

If real blooms are out of your budget, how about gathering things from your neighborhood, like this:

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(Just be a good neighbor – ask permission before going clipper crazy!)

I’m done with signs as decor.

Offender #1: The Bus Sign.

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Is your home a bus stop? Does a ticket punch dangle from a chain on your belt? Do you panic unless you know which stop your house will make next? Why why why would you want to look at a piece of decor that represents a daily grind? (As an ex-NY’er, I see lists of stops as a reminder that I’m not there yet, hence my befuddlement.)

Next up: Stating the Obvious.

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A sign in your kitchen that says ‘Eat’ makes about as much sense as a sign in your bathroom that says ‘Pee’. We go to the kitchen to eat. Food is the goal. We all know and accept this.

It’s a bit like  this….

Girlfriend needs help remembering her own name.

(The fact that it will be upside down from her vantage point concerns me….I smell confusion.)

I say this with love: Don’t let this happen to you.