Somewhere in my youth I got it in my head that certain things, like home decor, had to match or you had no taste, no class, no style.

At my grandparent’s home, there were oak-paneled walls and a dark, walnut entertainment center. To make matters worse, the living room furniture had wood accents of cherry. My mother’s house was no different.

At my friend’s house, everything coordinated. Rooms had themes and flair. Brass beds, oak everything, antique decor, on…