We were technically out of the 70s, but the color palette hadn't received the memo yet by this 1980 dining room. This dining room is a masterclass in the "Suburban Hunting Lodge" aesthetic. Nothing says "fine dining" quite like sipping consommé beneath the disembodied antlers of a stag, though, out of politeness, they decided to dress the antlers in tiny, beige hats.
Those cane-backed chairs are iconic, mostly because they were scientifically engineered to imprint a permanent waffle pattern across your spine if you sat there for more than twenty minutes. And let us not ignore the massive china hutch, the domestic altar where the "Good Plates" were imprisoned, destined to be dusted weekly but never, under any circumstances, actually eaten off of. It’s warm, it’s brown, and it definitely smells like potpourri and furniture polish.
Sourced from the February 1980 issue of House Beautiful magazine.
