When I was a kid, my mom decorated with the holy trifecta of rust, pale green and gold. I was fairly annoyed that these colors did not coordinate with my pink and purple Duran Duran posters, nor did they properly accent my door sized blow up of George Michael looking all careless and whispery (this would not be the last time my gaydar failed me… thanks a lot, raging hormones). Anyway, I kind of hated the endless seas of rust carpet. I hated my rust floral wallpaper. I hated rust.
But you know what — something is happening to me. Perhaps my taste in color has matured, much like my taste in music and men. Perhaps I actually like rust.
It’s like my mom decorated this room, minus the requisite momtastic damask.
Oh yes. Rusty red + inky teal + pale purple. Did I just type those words together?
At Anthropologie here.
At Overstock here (don’t let the styling burn your retinas).
You know you like it.
[Elle Decor, AD Russia]
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this has been on my mind too! i grew up with rust shag carpet mixed with cream, gold and navy accents in the room. i can’t get the color combo of rust & pale lavender out of my mind lately! i blame mfamb’s fantastic design board for fiona’s room and a photo of a rust tufted sofa she posted way back. love!
I don’t. I don’t like it. But I know how it goes… you are always three steps ahead of me. So I’ll probably like it about 3 weeks from now.
Actually the room with the purple and the teal is already haunting me. Dammit.
No. I cant feel the love. My mother has rust carpet through her house alongside a crap load of Liberty fabrics. Although she has some nice pieces -its all swallowed up by the in your face-ness of the carpet colour. I tell her I cant visit because I cant handle her carpet.
i might be a bit mean to her!
I’m with Naomi. You’re too cool for us!