When Liberty of London debuted their stuff at Target a couple months ago, I was not wowed. In fact, I think I said something like, "oh the color palettes are so tacky, it's not the classic Liberty look that I expected." I said it in my snobbiest voice like a big jerky know-it-all with superior taste. I gave most of the displays (especially big ticket items like bedding) my best skeptical face as I passed them. And passed them. And passed them. I go to Target a lot. There was a lot of face-making and stuff-passing.
So, um, guess what?
(blush blush blush)
Over the last two days, I've spent hours driving my snobby self to three different Target locations, scrounging through the very last bit of Liberty inventory in and around the city, hoping to scrap together a bedding set.
I know! I know.
I am not sure what happened in my brain exactly, but as I stared at my bedroom on Sunday trying to figure out what needed to change, I thought of the (blue/black/white/off-white/yellow) wavy floral quilt and it all clicked. The color palette (ha, I know) would be kind of perfect in our blue/black/white/cold/blah bedroom, I thought to myself. I thought about it some more. I maybe sort of liked this new idea. I maybe sort of liked the quilt?
So here we are, three days and lots of gas and a depleted gift card later. The bedding is on the bed. I love it and stroke the quilt happily (and maybe a little crazily) and leave our bedroom door open all the time so I can peek at it and smile. The coziness in the room went up about six levels. This change of heart was for the best. Never say never, you know?
I feel very much like a little kid who has just learned a lesson. Or relearned a lesson. I've learned this one before.
(Part two is not about stuff you buy at the store but it is about how I changed my mind about something. I will write it out tomorrow.)
(PS. Target is in no way paying me to mention them, TRUST ME.)
(PPS. I actually warmed up to some other items first, like (ha!) the bag featured so prominently in my blog header. And a wallet. And a dress for Alice. BUT I continued to evil-eye the other stuff, I swear. Especially the bedding. Dirty looks were cast toward it until the bitter game-changing end.)