The 80s were loaded with 70s, even some 60s, furniture that wasn't worn out because it was made of real wood. Them we toted that crap off to college in the 90s.
Nowadays if you move a piece of furniture more than twice, the whole fucking thing falls apart. Sure, they do sell well made furniture still, but each piece costs a month or more of your income.
Those curtains aren't beige naturally. They started out snow white, but 17 years of 2 people smoking 3 packs a day with all the doors and windows tightly shut will do that.
I'm renovating a house that was previously occupied by smokers. I knew going in that the "beige" paint was not a color that anyone had originally selected for the interior, but I was very surprised one morning to find that the new coat of paint I had applied the day before (and which seemed fine at the time) had flowed down off the tops of the walls overnight, creating long rivulets of paint running down to the floorboards. I had to remove the nicotine layer with mineral spirits to get the paint to stick. Somehow, there's no cigarette smell in the house, which is a happy miracle.
Had the same thing happened to me.
Bought a house that the previous owners were chain smokers.
Spent all day getting the kitchen painted a nice brick red.
Left to go get supper.
Came back to the same beige walls from before painting.
All of the paint had slipped down and off the walls.
Great mess to clean up and start all over.
Curtains are stupid expensive, I have a big window with curtains that are in dire need of replacing but I'm looking at several thousand dollars for just that one window.
I want to come home to this place. This time. I recognize no era was perfect but this kind of place was so much more than the sum of its parts. A home that was comforting in its existence, unlike the bland gray/brown/beige rectangles that comprise every business and apartment now. Thick carpet that hid untold amounts of pet hair and cigarette ash. Wallpaper that, while gaudy, was so durable it could remove the Sheetrock under it if you were careless. A TV that, while shit, was a family gathering after dinner.
But others may have a different experience and I wouldn't fault them.
This is the room I imagine when reading the scene in The Great Gatsby where the characters all hang out in a hotel room because one of the dudes is cheating on his wife with a gas station attendant's wife.
You really missed out on the last loving era of carefree childhoods, social gatherings, analog entertainment, and all around fun. Don't forget the privacy. Unlimited privacy.
Reminds me of a long time ago, went to my aunts reeks of nicotine shes smoked for 60 years, havent been there in a long time. The carpet is a dark brown from the cigs and crunchy like snow from all the tar. Dont miss it a bit
Also, this room looks like boredom. It’s all the nice furniture at a parent’s friend’s house that I would have to sit on as a kid while they chatted and I had nothing to do.