Totally Treillage

I talk to other designer friends all the time about design schizophrenia- that inner demon that plagues most of us who dabble in aesthetics for a living. Am I more Trina or Tory? Am I Anthro or West Elm? Will Neoclassical ever be tired, and can I dabble in Mid-century Modern without marrying it?

However, I don’t waffle on treillage (n., lattice work or trellis for a vine), mes amis.Whether it’s in print or in reality, it’s the dang cat’s pajamas. I may never tire of Schumacher’s Imperial trellis or Accents of France’s handiwork.