Plaid

Nothing wrong with plaid. Growing up, my mother has always been a huge plaid fan, whether it was dressing my sisters up for church in kilts, or decorating my dad's den in floor to ceiling plaid. And I suppose some of that has rubbed off on me. I love little hints of plaid here and there. It's as if the patterns are so classic, that they add an authenticity or legitimacy of style. One of my favorite pieces I own is a 1960's fire engine-red plaid blanket that I will take with me wherever I live. Holes and all.
Chair; Plaid/Room; Nook; Pillow