I've never had a perfect-looking home. Never the soft-gray sofas with ornamental pillows with "pops" of orange. Or custom-made ceiling-to-floor lush curtains in a silvery blue that pooled on the carpet. I typically had cutains that I sewed from a sheet with a pattern I liked at the time. One particular "sheet curtain" was cut and resewn about four times to fit various window sizes over many years. Even long before kids, I had mix-matched furniture, odd collections of items pinned to the walls (from antique hats to crosses from Mexico) and white twinkly lights hooked to the ceiling in some corner I'd dubbed "the reading nook."
I rather fancied my anti-mainstream decor (if you will). Until I'd go visit someone else's house, decorated in all Pottery Barn or West Elm, and pulled together with what seemed like the graceful ease of an interior designer. I felt a little envious pang when someone would gush over their billowy drapery and beautiful original artwork. I have original artwork! Just because it's a God's Eye made out of yarn and popsicle sticks from when I went to vacation bible school 30 years ago, doesn't make it any less original.
The thing is I like visiting other people's homes that are elegant and beautiful. I like standing in their living room and looking at expensive paintings or antique objects in a curio cabinet. I like a nicely painted room and well-framed photographs. But I don't need those things. At all.
Photos on the ceiling above the bed. Go to bed & wake up happy!
|Kid art created for a new baby|