Lacking permalinks, Nubbin offers a point of view similar to my own when it comes to decorating. I love Ikea, but I don't want to live in a place so clean looking as only Ikea and people with no sentimentality can accomplish.

I think I have a Foofy gene that, until recently, has been latent. Case in point: a 9 1/2 foot couch at our neighborhood thrift store that resembles a giant, rectangular, lemon cupcake. For some bizarre reason I don't understand, I wanted it. We need to counterbalance the Ikea-zation of our living room, I said. We don't have enough furniture that resembles pastry, I said. Our foofy factor is lagging, emaciated, needing nourishment, I said. ...We didn't get the couch. (I like used, foofy furniture, but not when it's over $50.) However, I found a nice little foofy tablecloth with little French roosters on it that caught my eye. (Never mind me turning into my mother...I think I'm turning into my grandmother.)