Okay, so late last week, while in the midst of a whirlwind of work and not nearly enough time with the husband or the Bun, I actually attended a little party. A colleague of mine was celebrating 25 years at my company. Now, the young folks, many under 25 themselves altogether, thought this was huge. And, really, it did deserve to be feted...but at my company longevity is like a disease. We are a vortex. People stay 30+ years all the time. There's a whole cohort of peeps who have never worked anywhere but here. Which, to me, is weird.
But, I digress. This guy with the 25 years is a heckuva guy. So they threw him a little shindig. They even invited his wife and kids, which was really the kind of nice we do not think of most of the time. Watching his teenager son's cool facade belie just the slightest hint of, "hey, my dad's kinda cool, these people think he's funny," was nice. And watching his pre-teen son stand at his elbow and look at him adoringly? Well, that was downright awesome. Oh, and for good measure - his wife was totally hot. I hope I look that good when JWH hits 25 years someplace.
Sooo, I have digressed on my digression. My point is really that at the party they had printed out banners with all this guys little mottos. In 25 years you get a chance to trot out your favorite lines quite a bit. And one his favorites? "Let's call a spade a spade."
And so, I'm calling out Suzani fabric. And I'm calling it out as overused.
What's got me so piqued? It was this Apartment Therapy post. Which was lovely in all other ways, but, as I clicked through the images I noted the Suzani. It was everywhere! In the the designer bedroom, the bohemian-Brooklyn-esqe room, the traditional quest room. I mean really. You have jumped the shark as a trend when you are in more than 30% of the images used to illustrate an entirely different point.
It's like when you started seeing chevron in Easter decorations. Done. Just done.
Be careful, Ikat, I'm also eyeing you.