Charleston

You know what I think? I think it’s time to get a little bit abstract. To loosen up a bit. Get our hands dirty and add a bit of glamour to the occasion… 

It’s a Charleston thing. Mixed with a 70’s thing. With a pinch of Thirties glamour and a spot of Gypsy darkness for balance.  All layered on a Shabby Chic base. Got that?

Yes I know. It’s a complicated business, is calculating the mood of a nation. Especially when you are making it up. It’s right up there with micro surgery and Angelina Jolie’s love life.

It’s just that I am a teeny bit tired of pink roses. I want them everywhere.  But I want them wearing leather jackets if you know what I mean. I want them embroidered on to a black fringed tablecloth.  Lit up by a Vanessa Bell print lampshade, and sitting below a battered old Francis Hoyland nude. I want them printed onto orange brocade on a chocolate brown loveseat. I want olive green velvet drapes…

I wanna mix it up a bit. I want the odd bit of furniture painted in a dirty colour.  A chair upholstered in leopard skin sitting cheekily in with my chintz.  A bedroom scented with amber musk.  My reflection in an over the top wall full of Venetian glass and my toes blessed by 70’s cream shagpile. The living room glowing  in a tangerine haze, an ebony side table and a Victorian fern…

I want all this and I want the creamy white walls I’ve already got.  The powder pink cabinet in my bathroom and the patchwork quilts on my bed.

I just want Vintage chic to be a bit ruder. To push the boundaries a bit. To get a bit dirtier…

Know what I mean?