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My Space

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?

8 Responses to My Space

  • My home office/sewing/crafting room makes me happy. It is currently a mess because I’m in full project mode but otherwise, I love it.

  • We have a parlor.

    1 WHOLE room, that is my happy room.

    It has a player piano, queen anne chairs, massive windows, old furniture, my old china tea set handed down 2 generations.

    It does NOT have toys, or electronic devices of any sort!

    My slice of heaven.

  • I’m like you. And I love to rearrange furniture. I will say, it would be much easier had I thought and measured (gasp) before I bought my huge furniture. Yeah well….

    I’ll have to do some thinking on my happy spots…in my home. Generally anymore they are at the coffee shop. 🙂

  • Oh, I could not believe your post because this describes me EXACTLY and when I am in the mood I just start pushing furniture using the thingys. Now me, on that beautiful chair, I would have used a smaller pillow and put it on the LEFT side so that elegant design would display, and not sure about the waste basket by the couch in #2, but I mean it is okay, just not sure why it isn’t in a corner. You can’t imagine how I enjoy your site and this one just hit the nail on the head. I absolutely LOVED the 3rd picture!! How could anyone know WHAT it would look like UNTIL THEY MOVED EVERYTHING! My kind of decorating!! (Diana’s mom)

  • I’m much like your husband. Any major moving of furniture requires graph paper and a to-scale drawing, however, I’m also pretty lazy and inept when it comes to numbers. To sum up…we just never move the furniture.
    As for a happy place? Probably my couch. I sit there and read, and the dog sits on my feet.

  • Sometimes it is a journey to finding or making a happy place. For me we are still in process. Getting color on the walls…painting…is a huge part of that. It makes it go from a house to my home.

    I too can’t live with visual clutter. I can’t think or focus with it. And I might just be related to Fiddledaddy, if grid paper and cutouts are genetic, that is!

    Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  • Sounds like my wife. I don’t mind her moving things around after 25 years of marriage. However she also learned along time ago that it causes me less stress if she warns me that things have moved before I walk in the door.

  • I’m a little late in the game, but you described to a “T” what it is like at my house when my husband and I attempt to arrange furniture together. I had no idea how passionate he could be about home decor. I stand corrected. I had never heard of cut-out furniture to scale until I married him, and I have often since then seen that, yes, yes indeed, he does like to make things harder than they really are. To me it is SO much easier just to move the furniture around until I find something I like.

    Since it was so traumatic for us to move furniture together I decided to surprise him one day and had it done when he got home from work. Big mistake. You would have thought the world was coming to an end because “the angel just isn’t right. That doesn’t ‘go’ there!” If I’m not mistaken, the statement, “Why are you trying to improve on perfection?” may or may not have escaped his lips.

    Before our recent move, we used to be marriage counselors. This was one area that no doubt would have blown our credibility straight out of the water.