I have a friend who says that you find your clothing style in college and never really change it. I'm glad to say that while I was once a fan of jean jackets and stirrup pants they have not reappeared in my wardrobe since graduation. Oh, also no denim mini-skirts, though I did have a doozy back in the day.
But I did love chintz, need chintz, surround myself with chintz and that has never changed. In or out, thumbs up or down, I always seem to have a little (or a lot) hanging around.
You won't be surprised to know that I adore Nicky Haslam's new book Folly de Grandeur. It lived in my car for weeks at the ready for any brief or extended idle.
Painted walls, chipped furniture, hand-dotted brackets and needlepoint, needlepoint, needlepoint. I love every page. Haslam's own words make it a treasure.
You can find Folly de Grandeur here.