Croak couture
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Design and style changes throughout the decades. The style now is basically to keep a blank slate for eventually re-sale. That's why everything is beige and white. If you alter your colors or style too much, then you'll be reverting back to beige/white when you go to sell.
So sure, throw in that shag carpet, brown walls, and wood paneling. But lose about 50k-100k value on your home.
everything is beige and white
And the floors are those fucking fake gray wood 3' long vinyl planks. I don't even know what they're trying to emulate there - real wood isn't gray.
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I recently bought a house that had been previously occupied by smokers. During renovation I had something happen that I've never seen before or even heard of. I tried repainting one of the walls without any prep and it seemed like the paint went on fine even a couple of hours later, but when I came back the next morning the paint had all flowed down off the walls onto the floor. As best I can tell, the nicotine and tar on the walls penetrated the partially-dried paint like a solvent and re-liquified it. Fortunately, just wiping the walls down with mineral spirits before painting fixed the problem.
I've had that happen with trying to paint oil-stained (as a finish, not like motor oil or something) wood with interior latex. It really doesn't like this and will let the oil bleed through, cure improperly, anything but go on and look like fresh paint. My guess is the cigarette tars/oils on the walls did the same thing. I read up on this (was years ago) and I think there's products designed for this (maybe a oil/latex interface primer of some kind). Or you just clean really hard, or use oil-based paint.
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The scotch is named after the ship
wrote last edited by [email protected]Before the ship it was an old scottish folkstory about a guy going home on a stormy night, encountering a coven of witches, calling out out to one that had a really small shirt (cutty sark) and never being seen again Ichabod Crane style. The figurehead on the ship is what gave the ship it's name, because it was based on that story.
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I can smell this picture. Mildew, thousands of cigarettes, and whatever gas-soaked disaster grandpa has on his basement workbench around the corner. It's the same era that brought us matching ceramic ash-trays for the coffee table, and bi-centennial themed kitsch like pewter minutemen that are actually cigarette lighters in disguise.
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I've had that happen with trying to paint oil-stained (as a finish, not like motor oil or something) wood with interior latex. It really doesn't like this and will let the oil bleed through, cure improperly, anything but go on and look like fresh paint. My guess is the cigarette tars/oils on the walls did the same thing. I read up on this (was years ago) and I think there's products designed for this (maybe a oil/latex interface primer of some kind). Or you just clean really hard, or use oil-based paint.
use oil-based paint
Oh dear god no. I'd rather have a root canal without anesthetic.
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I visited Konopiste castle in the Czech Republic that had a moat with a bear living in it. Inside, most of the place was covered in beautiful walnut. Hand carved patterning, and filigree. It was actually beautiful. And the ceilings were like 20 feet tall. A bunch of animal busts, linens, and furs. They even had the real white and blue fine China that Boomers are so obsessed with.
I remember thinking as I walked through there: "Wow, this is what it's supposed to look like"
Oh wow. Thank you for sharing these with everyone.
To be completely fair, great grandma's pattern china set probably did not include multiple 24" serving platters. Those pieces on the wall are a different class of china completely, and are probably way older and more valuable.
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Meanwhile millennial having everything greyscale, definitely not going to be a sign of the times lol
Don't you talk shit about my grayscale. I got a gray cat to match and he blends perfectly into the couch, thank you.
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elimination of wood, cotton, and wool as materials and fast fashion/plastic fashion means that classical fabric (or finish, or furniture) looks have been forced out, so that race-to-the-bottom Chinese goods can replace them.
now you buy a $1900 couch made of cardboard and foam. And every wall is “agreeable gray”.
This is also a response to the 1950s:
And 1960s:
Those both look pretty friggin sweet tbh
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Give me Sally Field.
Reluctantly.
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I kinda like it, feels cozy
Same! Its comfy, natural and “worn in” much better than empty gray or beige
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I recently bought a house that had used that '70s paneling as a sort of wainscoting in the kitchen; the panels had been cut to 4' and applied in various ways (everything except just fucking nails) around the base of the walls. It had been painted white so it wasn't quite as hideous as its original state and I didn't feel like replacing it all, but I did have to repair one section of it that had been badly water-damaged. I was surprised to find that Lowe's still has that shit in stock so I bought a piece of it and brought it home ... and discovered that it wasn't really like the original stuff. It looked the same but the grooves between the alleged "boards" were not recessed, they were just printed on the surface, so once it was painted it would have just looked like flat board. So I ended up having to rip that shit into fake planks and nail them up separately with small grooves between them. All that work just to simulate '70s hideousness.
Thank god there was no shag carpet in that house.
are you talking about bead board? I'm surprised that the blue store doesn't have that. the orange store does.
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are you talking about bead board? I'm surprised that the blue store doesn't have that. the orange store does.
No, I'm talking about the '70s faux-wood paneling, like what's in the picture on this post. Nobody makes it any more.
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Reluctantly.
Understood.
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This was my family room.
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I recently bought a house that had been previously occupied by smokers. During renovation I had something happen that I've never seen before or even heard of. I tried repainting one of the walls without any prep and it seemed like the paint went on fine even a couple of hours later, but when I came back the next morning the paint had all flowed down off the walls onto the floor. As best I can tell, the nicotine and tar on the walls penetrated the partially-dried paint like a solvent and re-liquified it. Fortunately, just wiping the walls down with mineral spirits before painting fixed the problem.
When my aunt was alive and chain smoking her life away, we hesitantly visited wearing our oldest clothes that could be disposed of. There was no opening windows or anything like that, you just sat with your eyes watering and endured for an hour, during which she'd have smoked 7 cigarettes. Finally my eye started to swell from the smoke because I'm so sensitive to it, and my aunt noticed and got mad I hadn't told her.
In the meantime my ex wandered through to use the bathroom, but he touched one wall and it was dripping nicotine and tar. What an awful habit. I lived through the 70s and 80s, where everyone smoked everywhere all of the time, and there's nothing like riding with your parents in the car with the windows rolled up and them lighting a fresh one every ten minutes or so.
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They used brown everywhere because all the smoking would have eventually made it brown anyway. If they start there they could pretend nothing was wrong.
I was told that the brown and puke green of the 70s were the result of backlash the bright hippie colors of the 60s. Dirty, earthly colors were more "natural" and "organic". There's probably truth to both
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90% of my furniture comes from them, at least it's repairable and high quality.
A million times better than what the average person buys nowadays
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These colours were chosen specifically so we wouldn't notice the nicotine coating everything.
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When my aunt was alive and chain smoking her life away, we hesitantly visited wearing our oldest clothes that could be disposed of. There was no opening windows or anything like that, you just sat with your eyes watering and endured for an hour, during which she'd have smoked 7 cigarettes. Finally my eye started to swell from the smoke because I'm so sensitive to it, and my aunt noticed and got mad I hadn't told her.
In the meantime my ex wandered through to use the bathroom, but he touched one wall and it was dripping nicotine and tar. What an awful habit. I lived through the 70s and 80s, where everyone smoked everywhere all of the time, and there's nothing like riding with your parents in the car with the windows rolled up and them lighting a fresh one every ten minutes or so.
I'm a school bus driver now and about half of my coworkers smoke. It's just fucking revolting because they always stink of that shit.
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Its the floor. You walk on it, not eat your dinner off it.
Right, and since my feet are arguably at least as important to me as my mouth, I would prefer to contact cleaner surfaces.
