Not going to lie, I like the clean look of the millenial house more. We collectively grew up in clutter, where your grandma would have weird porcelain dolls, or a cabinet to display her fine china.
My grandpa had a taxidermied pheasant, great horned owl, and a coyote pelt on his living room wall.
Nothing wrong with all that, it’s just weird as a kid.
Our parents generation hoarded shit, because their parents lived through the depression. That has its own value but it gets overwhelming.
Clean lines and a warm color scheme might be a good middle ground. The old version’s wallpapers were a bit too busy and the new one definitely looks way too sterile.
But yeah, of I had to choose I’d go with the old one.
I get that. It can quickly evolve to clutter. I grew up in clutter and couldn’t stand it if that happens in my house. I’m already frustrated that I have a few things on a coffee table at home.
I think there is a nice balance though, to make something feel more homey without all the dead, dusty pheasants.
I was just thinking about this the other day. When I grew up, bills, books, the news, interesting articles, photos, and every piece of information you needed to work with or keep safe was stored on paper. Almost all electronics were wired, so cords were running everywhere.
They also had less time to manage all that because they were forced to commute every single day for work.
The fact that some people had uncluttered houses is some kind of miracle.
Now, some people, myself included, also had at least one parent who couldn’t throw anything away or keep things properly organized to save their life, but I look back on my cluttered childhood home with a little more grace these days.
Not going to lie, I like the clean look of the millenial house more. We collectively grew up in clutter, where your grandma would have weird porcelain dolls, or a cabinet to display her fine china.
My grandpa had a taxidermied pheasant, great horned owl, and a coyote pelt on his living room wall.
Nothing wrong with all that, it’s just weird as a kid.
Our parents generation hoarded shit, because their parents lived through the depression. That has its own value but it gets overwhelming.
Clean? As in sterile like a hospital?
I think your example is the other extreme, but a little bit of color and a few personal items is a huge improvement over the sanitarium look.
Clean lines and a warm color scheme might be a good middle ground. The old version’s wallpapers were a bit too busy and the new one definitely looks way too sterile.
But yeah, of I had to choose I’d go with the old one.
It’s definitely lacking some colour, but we keep our house very tidy.
As white as an operating room
I dunno, I kinda like wondering if I’m going to be ax-murdered by a Bateman copycat when I walk into a place
I get that. It can quickly evolve to clutter. I grew up in clutter and couldn’t stand it if that happens in my house. I’m already frustrated that I have a few things on a coffee table at home.
I think there is a nice balance though, to make something feel more homey without all the dead, dusty pheasants.
I was just thinking about this the other day. When I grew up, bills, books, the news, interesting articles, photos, and every piece of information you needed to work with or keep safe was stored on paper. Almost all electronics were wired, so cords were running everywhere.
They also had less time to manage all that because they were forced to commute every single day for work.
The fact that some people had uncluttered houses is some kind of miracle.
Now, some people, myself included, also had at least one parent who couldn’t throw anything away or keep things properly organized to save their life, but I look back on my cluttered childhood home with a little more grace these days.