I love showing our home to someone for the first time. Half the time I'm apologizing because it's small and old, and most of my friends have really new houses that smell like fresh paint and have huge basements for all their kid's toys. Overall, though, I have a sense of pride that we make small work and bought within our budget. We quite enjoy the charm of a 1950s home and while we feel like we are starting to live on top of one another, I know our home is close to a mansion by most other country's standards. I'm grateful for a home that has kept us safe and warm all these years.
Our living room has evolved from a sparsely furnished space to a room bulging at the seams with do-dads and mid-century furniture. Shawn and I both have an eye for it, and it's hard for me to resist a good find. Many of our items don't match-which I love. I always hang my wall collages in odd numbers and make sure they are "anchored" and not floating, and try to incorporate various textures into the space (wool rug, tumble weed, afghan, scratchy pillows). And low maintenance plants are a must.
Everything in the room has a story, from the bright blue chair that is family heirloom, to the plant I rescued from the office trash when I was a businesswoman, to the lead mirror from my aunt, to the vintage books found in a box in someone's yard (for the taking), to the Anthropologie "H," to the very first estate sale trivet I ever purchased, to the wooden bird Shawn and I bought on an anniversary getaway.
I have no idea what a neutral palette is and one of my main decorating rules is, "if it matches, it's probably not for me."
Everything else is likely vintage; I don't know what to do with new!
All our furniture, save the couch and a few pieces, are from my favorite antique store in town. I'm glad we invested in quality pieces back when we had the resources. Our Brasilia mid-century buffet table has been the object of many affections!