Well, now they've come out with their Farmhouse Style. Gee, so now they can knock off the blogging community? And they'll make a fortune doing it too. Seriously, their buyers must spend the better part of their days lurking at Etsy and on all the awesome shelter blogs. Those of us who've had a love affair with all things bird will look at their new line and go "um, duh"....and swoon a bit, yes....then shake it off and get a bit po'ed that they'll make a mint passing off this style as 'GENUINE POTTERY BARN STYLE'.
I will say I'm in LOVE (yes I used the L.O.V.E word here) with some of their Farmhouse linens.
Like this, for instance:
I want that quilt. There I said it. Evil doers, they are, I tell ya.
I'm crushing on this too...but I will be making these myself, thank you very much:
Seriously? As if they were the originators of this idea....*rolling eyes*
Like I said, it's this love/hate thing. So many times I think we like something because it's trendy or carries The Brand. It can be hard to decide if we really LOVE them, or just really like them because we're told to like them or because everyone else has already drank the Koolaid and likes them and we want to feel part of the 'in crowd'. I have to slap myself sometimes when I start playing that game.
So, obviously I really didn't WANT to like all of PB's new Farmhouse stuff.
But, I admit, I couldn't help myself.
At least I know I love it because I LOVE IT, not because PB told me what is beautiful. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery I suppose, except when the Big Guys make all the money and take the credit.
BTW, I'm completely frustrated with my bedroom at this point. Everything I envisioned is turning out looking stoooopid, and I've spent hours upon hours sewing (and ripping out seams and resewing), hanging stuff (then moving it around and leaving holes in my newly painted walls), and generally getting miffed that I can't seem to do what I want using what I have. Then getting mad at myself for caring so much. Then eating a bunch of Little Debbie oatmeal cream pies. And hiding the box from my kids.
I have a date with craiglist, gonna try to sell some of the furniture I bought because it was going to be sooooo perfect but isn't perfect anymore. You know how it goes. I'm actually afraid to buy anything at this point, even if I had a wad of cash I wouldn't feel guilty about spending while Haitians are suffering.
So if you live near Fort Wayne IN and want some ecclectic-type furniture that would be perfect for YOUR home, email me and I'll set you up to see the wares.