In 1979, my parents, brother, and I gathered in our brown living room, in front of our brown couch, on top of our brown rug, for a portrait that would capture forever the staleness of our decor. I know my mom was not alone in her affinity for earth, or perhaps more accurately "dirt," tones; I realize that heavy wooden fixtures, silk flower arrangements, and drab oil paintings were all the rage, but considering their current house with its breezy elegance and vibrant palette of rusts, and greens, and whites, I am surprised that my mother and father subjected us and our living space to such uninspired monochromaticisim. Fortunately, we ourselves were obviously super stylin'. Thank goodness for Prell shampoo and polyester!
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