I literally discovered something the other day. Something that may or may not be revolutionary and an aha moment and make all the decorating stars align for you.
But it did for me.
It started when I was standing in my upstairs hallway staring at this rug. It’s a super cute rug. I’d ask it to MORP (prom spelled backwards where girls ask guys) and take it out for a fancy dinner and let it open the door for me.
(total aside: can you tell the twins are in ninth grade now where we live with words like MORP and boys and dances. I literally can’t even.)
Truth? That rug?
It wasn’t working.
Even with all of its cuteness it wasn’t right for the space.
Something was off and I couldn’t put my finger on it. It felt a little small and the color wasn’t exactly right and the swirls and layers and layers of rugness just felt unright in the space. I stared and stared and thought and thought.
And I wish this was the brilliant part of the story where I told you I came up with a solution and my rug and I went out on the town.
But I didn’t.
I had decorating roadblock.
I know it seems like everything falls into place around here.
One minute I have a yellow house and the next day it turns gray.
Or the kitchen picks itself up, knocks down a wall, gets marble counters and wood floors in a week.
Every decorating decision gets made effortlessly.
The house and I have coffee every morning and birds chirp and fluffy white clouds dance by in a blue sky with sunshine around us and we lovingly stare into each other eyes and ask “what shall we decorate today?”
NOT. EVEN. CLOSE.
If you guys only knew.
How many times I’m wrong.
How many times I pick the wrong paint color.
How many times I think I have the perfect thing for the perfect spot and the room is going to look amazing.
And it doesn’t.
Not. Even. Close.
Let’s take a look at this kitchen.
When I planned it out I saw the hutch there in my mind.
And that worked.
Until I got to what to put on top of it.
I tried a zillion things. An over-sized toolbox. Greenery. A sign. Nothing at all.
It all looked a little flat.
I was frustrated.
I was irritated.
I was decorating exhausted.
And then I remembered the baskets from the laundry room in Kentucky and tried them.
And they were perfect.
I love the color and the texture and the warmth of them in the middle of all that white.
Or the example of this toolbox.
I love it.
I bought it years ago at a vintage store and it’s full of character and patina and chippiness.
But I can’t find a place for it in the house.
I’ve tried the hutch in the hallway and the table in the bedroom and stacking it with other toolboxes in the living room and somewhere along the way it ended up on the dining room table.
It doesn’t work there either.
It’s too big and just between us—what was I thinking.
And all of this long and exhausting tale about toolboxes and kitchens and dutch doors leads me back to where we first started.
And a decorating roadblock.
As I stood there in the middle of that hallway staring at that rug—a brilliant thought occurred to me.
Why was I letting a little thing like a rug overwhelm me? When had decorating stopped being fun and started being stressful? When did I start taking rug placement so seriously?
And so I pressed pause.
Instead of worrying? Instead of looking at all the things that didn’t work? I looked at the things that did. I looked at that hutch and the kitchen and the table in the dining room and the new back door and the basket with the stack of magazines perched on top of a stool in the perfect corner and this dutch door that makes me so happy.
I looked at my roadblock and instead of running into again and again and again? I stopped. I counted my blessings. I gave myself permission to celebrate all that had been done instead of stressing about all that was unfinished.
What had I been thinking?
This isn’t the Kentucky derby of decorating.
I’m not in a race.
There isn’t a blue ribbon for perfect rug placement.
And in that moment something amazing happened. Shifting perspective allowed me to breathe. To relax. I could feel the weight and the stress and the angst (which was totally self-inflicted) lift off my shoulders.
And that mental block?
It hit the road. 🙂
PS I cannot THANK YOU ENOUGH for all the brilliant ideas you gave me yesterday! YOU ARE THE BEST! If you have a back door you need to decorate, just read the comments on this post. I think I’m adding a brass cup holders to hang the wreaths on the sidelights, a brass door knocker in the shape of a thistle, a brass kick plate, leaving off the wreath and painting the wire urns black. Oh and adding moss and flowers to them. And that’s just for starters. You gave me enough ideas to keep me busy until Christmas. I’ll keep you posted on the progress.
PSS I found a home for the rug, too. But I’ll save that for another post and another story. 🙂