Do you ever feel like your taste in things is starting to take a questionable turn? What you once deemed aesthetically offensive now seems interesting? Witness some admittedly dubious style evolution at work:
1. My old sofa, from Pavilion Modern (similar). Cream, buttoned-up, respectable.
2. Current couch: Fulham sofa from Restoration Hardware. Monolithic, leather, lounge-y.
3. Crushing on the Togo Ligne Roset sofa. Contemporary, weird, dare I say… scrotum-esque?
Once more, with feeling:
Our old living room in Toronto, with couch in situ. I loved that space; everything was kind of layered to fit with the quirky vintage vibe of the house and this was pre-baby. (Image by Michael Graydon for Toronto Life Magazine, from their Great Spaces column we were so kindly featured in once upon a time)
Our current jam (did I just say that?). I’ve almost always hated leather sofas, but we needed something big and
bomb child-proof for the new house and all of a sudden I was in love with this deep caramel beauty. We designed the space to be open and bright, and this couch works as a perfect anchor. Plus it’s so comfortable that guests have actually requested to sleep on it instead of in the spare bed. Oh. Yeah. I really like neon and plants these days. Viva eclectica!
And… my next sofa, pretty please? I love it, but am not above admitting it’s a bit of a monstrosity. Would you? (Image via Domo)
Has your decorating style and taste changed dramatically over the years, or do you stick to your guns?