It's all Oscar de la Renta's fault.
After I spied his chevron-patterned flatware from a few seasons ago, I reconsidered hunting out a prospective husband just so I could put that on the gift registry (You know, there's always a few high dollar items on those wedding registries. For example: the last wedding I went to, the couple was registered at Hermès...yeah, all they got from me was a matchbox. It was orange. And for how much it cost, it should have been able to light itself, cook dinner, and do laundry.) But anyway, ever since I saw that pattern, I went a wee bit chevron-crazy and started picking up a lot of it. Too much, really. When my very honest friend came over and saw my dining room, he said bluntly, "What in the hell. It looks like zebras on ecstasy in here. Where's your advil, I'm getting a migraine."
But before I start pulling apart my chevron dining room apart (and moving it into my remodel-in-progress guest bathroom. With these Missoni bath towels. And perhaps a chevron bath rug. Hmm, maybe a chevron tile pattern in the shower?...), I'd like to say a big thank-you to this pattern's biggest supporters and innovators: Oscar. Missoni. Adler. And of course, Charlie Brown.