I swoon at the thought of a bright, white sun porch or patio covered in the fabrics of my desperately acclimated Jewish youth.
I love using suiting materials on furniture and the like. I love seeing things that shouldn't be. It's so Dada: the idea of a club chair done in pinstripes or a headboard in camelhair wool.
The result is usually funny and stylish. And if you do it with seersucker pillows, you can easily switch it out when the joke gets tired.
Now, I'll admit, there is a bitter sweet feeling left when it comes to the masses' appropriation of classic style. Sure it's great when people finally see how masculine a man can look in a pink oxford cloth shirt, or why hardbound books can be the only object d'art a room needs. But when the trend dies, so too, does the validity of some of our most beloved staples.
That is, until they're "in" again. AH