I stomp into the the most high falutin’ home furnishing stores in Dallas dressed like an absolute insane person. And on the falutin’ scale… Big D is way hiiiigh. Dizzy high. I am the odd boodagga wearing camo shorts and a leather cap, asking: “Where’s ya’ll’s clearance center?” See, when my class stuff comes up, my usual tactic is to bluster in like a divine wind of redneck, as if offending greatly from the git-go is akin to flashing a piece. But oh… even though I don’t have the lisp of a true fag, I swill drunkenly on design! And I do know Biedermeier from Bauhaus.
When I take Christine with me to do her “butt test” on a chair or whuthavu, she is always surprised flam/glam faggots and big-haired beyotches know me by name in the most pretentious of places. LOL I get around, and it’s a kick having a secret life Chris knows nothing about. 
To me design is human history, not pretense, and therefore belongs to all who are interested and appreciative. A balanced space doesn’t require big money, either. (Fr’instance, today I saw a ridiculous $12,000 sofa covered in a bright shiny tin-foilesque fabric, just screaming for a dollop of Daisy.) I think good design requires some forethought, comfortable high tops, and bottled water.
Today was a stellar day on the battlefield. I was toting a bolster pillow from my antique sofa all over Dallas, thoughtfully considering nuances of cream, ecru, and biscuit. I found a perfect Federal-ish rug. It has Adams-style urns that match our fireplace and a harlequin pattern that ties in the with the upholstery fabric on furniture pieces in our front room. To make nice-nice with four dining chairs I stole on Ebay, I also scored two somewhat substantial chairs to flank each end of the table. Some fag long before me upholstered our dining room walls in an oriental patterned chintz, busy and bright but applied so beautifully I could never take it down. The vintage jewel tones are tricky to complement nowadays so I had to go custom on the upholstery for the new dining chairs. I found a sale. I always do.
Interior design is just like fashion, of course, with vogue colors and new lines released every season. Even though the rolling market is designed to jones us all into re-consumption, usually all style makes some comment one way or another on the classical, evoking all the visual dialogue and culture of eras long gone. THAT’S WHAT I LOVE.
(And here is a pinup of my other girlfriend, an older lady. What curves, eh?)
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