A friend of mine from Boston and his girlfriend were back in Cedar Rapids visiting his family, and they were excited to come over and see our new house. I was giving them a tour when we came to the dining room:
My friend got up close tot he walls and started touching it. He said, "What are these...pilgrims?" I just smiled and said, "I think it is called French toile." Then he said matter-of-factly, "How soon are you getting rid of this?" We had just had it put up two weeks before.
It hurt my feelings. A lot. I never told them. If they had only seen what was on the walls before we got there...there were columns of multiple shades of blue and green fruit (ie: aqua melons, olive bananas, turquoise grapes, etc). Lee and I both really liked what we had chosen, but it shook my faith in my decorating skills. Again...feel free to laugh at my expense.
8 comments:
Wonder what he would have said about the pheasants in my basement? For the record - I love the toile and so does my pheasant hunter.
I think it fits you perfectly! And I love it.
It was a guy who said it, right? Point made. ;)
It may have been a guy, but he was as metrosexual as they come. His girlfriend agreed with him as well.
I love toile, but I don't have the courage to decorate with it.
Props.
Ah, metrosexual. Shoot. It looks pretty to me, and I'm completely pro-decorating-with-pilgr...I mean toile ;)
Well, if it means anything I love the toile. Plus, it shows you are globally aware. Obviously, your friend/toile hater is not as globally concious as you are!
I was going to say, I think it's awesome! I was going to tell you to leave it up if it was there when you moved in, because those people had killer taste!
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