Maybe I’m sick in the head these days (Pete’s death, end of winter, Trump), or maybe I just no longer fear the mortal wrath of my dear stepdad for admitting this, but I’m really into seventies decor. GOOD seventies decor (wuh?). More and more I find myself gravitating toward warm spaces, wood paneling, bigass plants, hot tubs, mustard yellow upholstery, sunken living rooms, shaggy rugs, flagstone hearths, animal prints, clogs, and songs by Ambrosia. Or maybe I’m just regressing to the imaginary house I lived in, decorated, and partied hard in when I was eight.
Anyhow, here are some photos I’ve been stockpiling for this cold, rainy Thursday. (Please enjoy them with the accompanying soundtrack. Thank you.)