Growing up middle class in a typical suburban household,
the decor of my parents home must have looked strikingly similar to many of your own childhood dwellings. Traditional, conservative tables and chairs made of solid oak, partnered with tufted seat cushions. A procession of mismatched frames, knickknacks and curios displayed across the family piano like the Doo-Dah parade
. Our toilet cover had its own carpeted hoodie...My parents' home didn't have so much a colour palette, but rather, a dizzying rainbow pastiche of mismatched upholstery and fabrics my mom seemed to have chosen with the intention of creating a home colour blindness testing facility. Even to this day, I have a retching reflex when presented with overly colourful floral patterned upholstery on seating; it remains one of my personal top decor pet peeves.
So I ask you, ATLA readers: which decor/design choices strike you as powerfully upsetting as nails on a chalkboard?