I’m not much for decorating. I don’t like tchotchkes or purely decorative items lots of women use to make things feel homey. To me they’re just asking to get knocked over. Or worse, dusted.
I have no opinion on what kind of couch I’d prefer and I have literally no idea whether my preferred style of decorating would be Colonial or Modern Swedish or whatever.
I don’t even have an opinion about the wall color. (Though I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like a psychedelic rainbow or zig zag.)
I’m just happy if there’s nothing on the floor and the counters are neat. And actually, my husband is the same way.
My two oldest girls do not take after me in this.
I find it funny that they are forever beautifying their space.
(That’s not to say they keep a clean room.)
Whether it’s drawings on the wall (they’re mostly over that), or putting up signs, posters, pictures, wall hangings, jewelry, etc., decorating seems to be in their nature. They cover the floor with a blanket to look like a rug, or cover a small table with a quilt and add a place setting for tea, just because they like how it looks.
Maybe after they’ve practiced a bit more, I’ll have my own homegrown home decorating team.