Don't get me wrong--I enjoy walking into a beautifully-decorated home, complete with vinyl lettering, candles, photos, etc. I just never seem to be able to achieve those lovely effects. I think I have a style in mind, and before I know it, I've filled the walls with clutter that doesn't make the artsy statement I'd wanted it to. I get so frustrated when it comes to interior decorating. I love hammering nails, painting, and repairing. I just feel so out of my element when I have to do the decorating thing. Nevertheless, after all of these years, I've gotten up the courage to try again. This time, however, I'm starting with something that is a definite winner--pictures of my family. I have a great family, and everyone of them (YES GUYS, EVERYONE!) is pretty photogenic. I've found a couple of frames, enlisted the help of my photo shop savvy daughter, and determined to add some interest to my bare walls. I was even in one of those crafty home decorating stores yesterday getting ideas for additions to the photos and frames. It was a dangerous move, I admit. However, as I walked through the store I kept thinking to myself, "OK, so I don't know for sure what I want, but I know this isn't it." Really? I'm wondering if I really know what I want, and also, will I really know what it is when I see it? Can I really deal with all this added stress in my life? I mean, those echoes are kind of comforting after all . . .
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Of bare walls and echoes . . .
About three (or four?) years ago I removed all the "foo-foo" from the living room walls. No more silk flowers and grape vines. No more out-dated tole painted items (because I hadn't painted anything new since 1999 . . .) No more things to collect cobwebs and dust. Just clean lines, a few live plants here and there, and photos of the family on book shelves. I loved my simple, minimalistic style. I still do. So what if your voice reverberates back to you when you sit in certain areas?
Don't get me wrong--I enjoy walking into a beautifully-decorated home, complete with vinyl lettering, candles, photos, etc. I just never seem to be able to achieve those lovely effects. I think I have a style in mind, and before I know it, I've filled the walls with clutter that doesn't make the artsy statement I'd wanted it to. I get so frustrated when it comes to interior decorating. I love hammering nails, painting, and repairing. I just feel so out of my element when I have to do the decorating thing. Nevertheless, after all of these years, I've gotten up the courage to try again. This time, however, I'm starting with something that is a definite winner--pictures of my family. I have a great family, and everyone of them (YES GUYS, EVERYONE!) is pretty photogenic. I've found a couple of frames, enlisted the help of my photo shop savvy daughter, and determined to add some interest to my bare walls. I was even in one of those crafty home decorating stores yesterday getting ideas for additions to the photos and frames. It was a dangerous move, I admit. However, as I walked through the store I kept thinking to myself, "OK, so I don't know for sure what I want, but I know this isn't it." Really? I'm wondering if I really know what I want, and also, will I really know what it is when I see it? Can I really deal with all this added stress in my life? I mean, those echoes are kind of comforting after all . . .
Don't get me wrong--I enjoy walking into a beautifully-decorated home, complete with vinyl lettering, candles, photos, etc. I just never seem to be able to achieve those lovely effects. I think I have a style in mind, and before I know it, I've filled the walls with clutter that doesn't make the artsy statement I'd wanted it to. I get so frustrated when it comes to interior decorating. I love hammering nails, painting, and repairing. I just feel so out of my element when I have to do the decorating thing. Nevertheless, after all of these years, I've gotten up the courage to try again. This time, however, I'm starting with something that is a definite winner--pictures of my family. I have a great family, and everyone of them (YES GUYS, EVERYONE!) is pretty photogenic. I've found a couple of frames, enlisted the help of my photo shop savvy daughter, and determined to add some interest to my bare walls. I was even in one of those crafty home decorating stores yesterday getting ideas for additions to the photos and frames. It was a dangerous move, I admit. However, as I walked through the store I kept thinking to myself, "OK, so I don't know for sure what I want, but I know this isn't it." Really? I'm wondering if I really know what I want, and also, will I really know what it is when I see it? Can I really deal with all this added stress in my life? I mean, those echoes are kind of comforting after all . . .
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Despite your rather commanding use of capital letters, I do not think everyone in the family is photogenic (i.e. ME) but it would get a little stalkerish if the frames were only of your granddaughter....
ReplyDeleteThis is going to be a fun project! Just one layer at a time. And stop watching design shows. :)