Trends. Every year there is a new one it seems. Sometimes trends last a few years. Some are here and gone before I can even decide if I like them. I don’t often jump on the trend train. I prefer classic looks usually. I didn’t jump on the sign trend train. I’ve been tempted a few times, especially by the large ones lettered with a favorite quote or verse. I don’t need a “BATHROOM” sign hanging in my bathroom.  The toilet is a big clue. I do have some signs tho, so I guess I did take the sign trend train, for a short trip. To the bathroom. Nooo, just kidding. I have a Super Market sign I’ve yet to hang (in the kitchen, not the bathroom.) Come to think of it, hanging that Super Market sign in the bathroom might be a great way to have some fun, annd confuse my drunk friends. My beloved Brown Dog Farm sign hangs in the dining room.  I do like genuine old signs, shop signs, handmade signs that are old and rusty or chippy, (think  “Burma Shave”) and street signage. But I don’t want to buy reproductions, I want the real deal. Where was I going with this post???? I completely lost my train of thought……. Trend train, OH, YEAH, …………….

Faux  fur has been trending for a few years. Last year it was big. This year, it’s huge. Faux fur is everywhere. Pillows, throws, blankets, table runners and placemats. WHAT????? Placemats? Table runners??? Is it just me? Am I supposed to believe dining with dead animals skins, even fake ones under my plate, is a good thing? Isn’t it a bit…. much? For Pete’s sake, critters could be hiding there!  I live in Florida and I know about critters, and I sure don’t want them hiding in fur, even fake fur. Beneath my plate. Close to my FOOD. It may be this year’s big trend, but it’s a dead one at my home, no pun intended. I’m just sayin NO TO THE FAUX.  No fur on my table. I may use a faux fur throw, and I have, on my sofa or tossed on a chair for, you know….. my “winter look.” When my friends visit they look at me and go; “Seriously?? Fur??” Sigh. No one understands me. They embrace the Florida lifestyle. Me? Not so much. Did I mention I live in Florida where Christmas is Flamingos and Santa wears flip flops and drives a golf cart? And drinks Martinis? No hot chocolate for the bearded guy here.

But I’m a Midwest girl. No Flamingos for me.   I want snowflakes and pine cones and faux fur. Except on my table. The fur on tables trend stops at my table. Actually before it gets to my table. In fact, it never crosses the threshold, kinda like Vampires, can’t come across the threshold without an invitation.