What happens though to those that don't follow their parents style? Thinking of my own, my family would decribe me as an oddity and the dark horse in that area.
My mom has sort of "bunnified" her kitchen with power blue striped wallpaper and dried flower arrangements. Plaid couches and the various "country farts" sort of follow suit throughout the house. It's perfect for her but not for me. My dad and step mom sort of follow the same plan, my step mom often says that things need to be the color of "dirt" on the farm so you can't tell it's dirt when it really is. Their place also involves some plaids, some olive green, some oak furniture sprinkled throughout. If you talk about taking the plaid couch away, my dad breaks out in hives and rolls his lip in a snarl. He loves that damn thing -it's all him.
As a child, I had a family friend who's mom was one of the most glamorous women I knew. She often took my girlfriend and I on shopping excursions with her and I marveled at how she picked sectional couches, chunky legged furniture, wild plants and flowers and things I had never seen in any of the homes I ever was exposed to. Of course, I now know that couch was Roche Bobois and that I was witnessing a great eye for detail.
I feel sort of bad that I can't say that I've learned any of my style from my parents [but did learn great work ethic and values!]... but I did from my friend's parents. All the rest of the things I like now sort of grew out of admiring homes as an adult and figuring out the things that were catching my attention.
So dear readers, what - if any design style have you adopted from your family? and if you've scrapped all of it and started from scratch where did you begin?
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