I don't know about you all, but sometimes I feel a distinct sense of...disgruntledness...when anyone tells me what I can and can't like.
For example: I love emerald green. Always have. Not so much in the sense that I want it everywhere in my house, but it's a striking, lovely color.
Lookit dem ruffles.
And look at this pretty scene.
But the minute some corporate snobs deem that emerald (or any other color) is the "color of the year" I immediately want to go through my house and eradicate all signs of emerald.
Here's another example. Recently I've been noticing this one gorgeous houseplant in a lot of pictures on Pinterest.
It's so lovely and sculptural and BIG. So when my friend Jen told me it was called a Fiddle Leaf Fig, I was excited to try to find one. I read they were pricey, so imagine my excitement when I found one for $12.99 at Ikea today. I came home, super duper giddy, and when I looked up how to care for them--wow. The amount of snobbish commentary on the owning of these plants is incredible. Apparently if you like these you are overly trendy, a hipster, pretentious, only buy plants because the cool people do...it's ridiculous. I have quite a few houseplants, and every one of them I bought because I liked how it looked. Period.
I reserve the right to like what I like. Sometimes I like things but don't want to live with them--like the whole neon trend. It looks cute on Pinterest, but not in my house. Sometimes I like hipster stuff. Sometimes I like hippie stuff. I neither want to be defined by how fashionable (or not) I am, nor by what somebody up the design food chain deems I should like. I want to be free to get into emerald on an "off year," or to keep liking the midcentury furniture I've dreamed of owning since my first trip to Tomorrowland as a kid.
The moral of this rant is simple: be who you are. Like what you like, whether or not the cool kids do. The end.