Wait, do we like this? No? Okay, never mind.

Most of the time I'm afraid to say what it is I really like in terms of art, music, architecture, interior decoration, and even literature, lest the higher connoisseurs reprove me. In matters of taste, there are certain friends and family members of mine who have made me feel ashamed when I said I liked something, and they were horrified and quick to correct me.

Bleh. I guess I'm just a rustic. One impulse I've had to this is never to say when I do like something, only when I don't. It's usually safe not to like something. Another possible response is only to choose things which are unambiguously, assiduously kitschy (and appreciate them ironically, of course). If this post were a meme, I'd tag Laura, who actually has unfailingly good taste and doesn't seem to have my confidence issues when it comes to that, to see what her thoughts were. I've loved her posts on house decoration and seeing the often kitschy items she gets on eBay, which I sincerely like.

But it's not a meme, not yet, anyway. Anyway, another possible response is to outsource taste by hiring decorators so that you don't have to be accountable. Maybe I can psych people out, make them doubt themselves, by feigning horror at what they like. Nah, that's too mean. I guess I'll apologize for my sometimes erring taste by calling it eclectic. I will say this: I like sparseness, but with a lot of whimsy.

Ah well, that was a preambulatory rant. The whole point of this post is to say how much I love this crib bedding:

All that stuff on the wall would have to go (too busy), and probably the bows and the lamp too, but I love the black and white toile. I guess it's way too soon to go ahead and order it...