I’m a visual person. I don’t function well with clutter. And if you were to see my house right now, you would understand why I’m spending more time in the fetal position.
I could never be a designer. I cannot tell you how I want a room to look. I just want it to look the way I want it to look. This drives my husband insane. As a graphic designer by trade, he’s all into symmetry. AND he’s one of those people that has to measure the room, then measure the furniture, then make teeny tiny cut outs of everything and lay them out on a piece of grid paper. Which has been drawn to miniature scale to represent the room in question.
He presented this idea to me just after we were married. YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, DUDE. That factoid did NOT come up during marriage counseling. Just saying’.
I still think the idea is just crazy talk. One good sneeze and all that work has flown to the other side of the room. I’m more of a “move it over there. NO. okay 3 feet to the left. NO. corner it. NO. move it back” kind of gal.
IS IT VISUALLY APPEALING? Does it make me HAPPY when I look at it? I don’t give a rat’s rear if it fits or not.
Really, you should come hang out with us when we’re making decorating decisions.
Thankfully, my husband has bought me all manner of furniture moving disc thingies so I can slide the furniture around at will. Without me ending up in tears, and him in traction. It’s the little things that can really save a marriage.
There are a few areas of my house that make me happy when I look at them. And even happier when I get to sit in those places and drink my coffee. Unfettered by children. Here are a couple of my happy spots.
(I grew up with that chair and finally had it reupholstered when I got married. To the tune of $400. I don’t let the children anywhere near it.)
My grandparents were antique dealers. I’ve managed to hang on to a few beloved pieces from their house.
Not long ago, I was having a terrible time figuring out what to do with the family room. We had finally gotten ALL THE TOYS out of it, and I was in the process of marking my territory by bringing the breakables back into the fold. I just couldn’t figure out how to do it. So I left for Awana, and when I returned, Fiddledaddy surprised me with this.
The only thing wrong with this picture is my children’s stereo underneath the tea cart. But I have to pick my battles.
He figured out a way that I could have my Mama’s beloved tea cart and my beautiful antique tea set in the family room. He also finagled my grandparent’s round claw foot kitchen table with pictures on it and HE MADE IT WORK. And as a bonus he put some little white lights all through the silk plants. IT MADE ME HAPPY. (I don’t have a good picture of the table, I can’t get the right angle. Translated that means that I should never be trusted with a camera. But trust me when I say, it’s pretty.)
And people, I looked in the trash. And could’t find a single sheet of grid paper, or any tiny paper furniture cutouts.
Do you have a space in your house that makes you happy?