Some people change, it seems. Take last week for example, when I walked into a friend’s beach house only to be totally surprised by the new furniture placed in their living room. I was used to her laid back style, as she had comfortable recliners that were worn, but you felt right at home lounging in them. Her new partner didn’t like the seats or decor it seems, and had her throw out all of the comfortable items in the room to replace it with their own sense of style. I have regularly loved the easy feeling aesthetic of my friend’s old room, but now I felt a bit out of place being there in casual clothes. I felt like I shouldn’t be in jeans, and that I should have a whisk broom to brush our clothing and maybe a static mat to remove all dust and dirt from my shoes. I was tempted to remove my shoes even, before I entered the house. When I looked into the residing room where I spent many nights with our friend, and cried over lost loves, and laughed about the absurdities of life. I hadn’t had a chance to meet her new partner yet, but frankly I wasn’t sure I wanted to anymore. After seeing how unapproachable her furniture was, and the way she mangled what was once perfect, I didn’t think I’d like her at all. My best friend told me the new furnishing theme was called Transitional Masterpiece, but I was afraid to sit in it. The Transitional Masterpiece layout looked almost too perfect to be comfortable. I was told to rest and relax as I gingerly sat down, and while I wanted to toss the pillow on the floor, the chair was particularly comfortable to my surprise. I’m not sure I would want this interior design style, but it wasn’t bad for a comfortable choice. I still don’t think I’ll like her partner though.