The Anthropologie Christmas Catalog came today, (and I know I’m going to get completely flamed for this by the girls with bangs who look like Zooey Deschanel) but it’s just pretentious I can’t take it anymore.
The design blogs drool and fawn over every Anthro photo shoot, and I can usually see why- they’ve got flair and the buyers are good at ferreting out good stuff from unique companies. But even so, I am sick of it.
I’m just saturated in all the designers telling me to simplify, to embrace the everyday, to love beauty, to live lightly and/or consume less, while buying their $5000 sofa with organic velveteen woven in Madagascar by vestal virgins. I’m sorry. No thank you.
And. I’m tired of being told things recylced from the 70’s are the next big thing. Leg warmers sucked the first time around. Ditto stirrup pants. So did owls on everything. And bright yellow paint on antique furniture, I don’t care how hard you try and sell it, is a bad idea. In a very short time, I promise, you will look at that old davenport with the canary latex, and wonder “WHY did I DO that?”
So that’s it. Flame away. I’ve got my kevlar on.