I love rainy days.
I love the greys and the blues and the smell of rain.
I don’t care if my hair gets wet and frizzy, it’s worth it if it rains. That’s why it should be no surprise that my house is also decorated in a lot of blues and greys. The technical term is transitional sophistication. I don’t know who came up with that term but it’s what I use now whenever I’m looking for a new piece of furniture, or a rug. That’s how I know I will find exactly what I want, in the color scheme I want, that matches the rest of the house. It wasn’t always this way though. I’ve never been an interior decorator, so to speak. I just knew I liked the blues and greys so I would buy a lot of blue and gray furnishings. It was a friend of mine who told me that my house had a lot of transitional sophistication. When I asked her what that meant, she explained that there are different styles of decorating and that I, not even knowing it, had chosen transitional sophistication for my house. I later looked up this term, and sure enough, my house could be the dictionary definition of transitional sophistication. I kind of like it and I like knowing the term too. Now, when I have guests, I throw around transitional sophistication as if I had planned to decorate my house in a specific genre the whole time. They don’t have to know that it was just a coincidence that my preferences matched a legitimate style.