Do you remember those Fruit of the loom hoodies in every colour of the rainbow back in the 90s? (Or was it very early 00s, I cannot remember) Most of my friends, and what seemed to be the current world, had those hoodies in many of their favourite colours. I begged my father to buy me one as well. As a good single father he agreed to buy one. Just one. Why would I need the same hoodie in more than one colour, you know. One was enough. So what do I do? From all the colours, I pick grey.
Everyone had pinks and reds and greens and yellows. I have a grey one. And I was not allowed more. I remember thinking that black is too dark and you can't see the logo on it, so a grey is good since it goes with all my clothes. Very good thinking of me, at that young age I must admit. So there I was. A girl with the grey hoodie. Father thought it was a good hoodie. It served its purpose and did not break. The only way I was going to get a new one was if the old one would break. It did not. Damn quality clothes.
I've gone back to that story many times in my adult life. I grew up with things that served their purpose. Some of them were DIY, most of them mended by hand, everything very cost effective. That is how it is when a man is in charge of the household. It does not need to be pretty, if it works, it is good. When I grew up and had a little space of my own to use as I please, I thought, is it good? Or could it also be pretty? Could it be functional and pretty? A little research later I found my answer. YES!
I want all of my every day objects to be pretty. This has now resulted couple of problems. For example, my bathroom does not go together with the soap dispenser I got. Less problematic things I've found are my all black dish washing equipment.
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