Why does buying Country Living at the airport make me feel like the guy who buys Jugs magazine and The Economist just to cover up Jugs?
Country Living makes me feel dirty and shameful. The problem, first, is the name. Nothing makes me want to vomit doilies like that name. And then the content is a tricky because you stand there flipping through and there is usually one amazing feature in every issue where some design-y fab person gets some version of casual living totally right. No doilies. No toile. No evidence of Rachel Ashwell having visited the premises.
Below you can see two features that make the magazine worth reading. Artist Sandy stone reuses cast-off and vintage fabric in insane ways, and even if you don't like her country-ish aesthetic, look at that room with the green lamp. It's certainly fun. If a friend invited me over for margaritas and this was her place, I would think she's the coolest kid on the block. I mean, that zipper creation on the ottoman? Hysterical. Too much going on for me to live with, but it's punchy.
For the record, I do not approve of the star over the bed, above.
An then Caroline Keith's place is the kind of result you get when you are flea market obsessed (something I know too well). I like the effect, especially that dresser and mirror.
Moral of the story... you can't judge Country Living by its cover. But you SHOULD buy something to wrap around the cover so that no one thinks you are shopping for doilies.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Labels: inspiring rooms