ruminating on roominating
I like the look of wabi-sabi, but it's too spare. (Can you even tell someone lives there? I like organic and simple, but empty rooms give me the creeps. And much as I admire the hermit/monk lifestyle, I like the world a lot and I want some bits of it in my house. What's life without a little bit of sparkle?)
I kind of like shabby chic too, but it's too foofy. (I like worn-out and old-fashioned, but too much lace and pink makes me wanna barf. Besides, at some vague future point, a boy might be seeing my domicile, and he is not going to be impressed with pink roses on every surface. Pink, like sparkles, should be used ... but with discretion.)
A further problem: the line between "vintage" and "dirty" is a fuzzy one. A table with paint flaking off it looks romantic as a display, but I'm not sure I'd want to eat breakfast at it daily. Hmmm.
Also, I have expensive taste in furniture and rugs (and probably art too), and the budget of a poor student. And I like DIY, but when it comes to tools and stuff, I have all the mechanical prowess of a duckling with attention-deficit disorder.
tsk. What's a girl to do, I ask you.
so far, the girl is to reading design magazines, daydreaming a lot, going to the odd estate sale, and admiring things in shops and galleries. I continue to note the trend in furniture stores of selling patina; they make up furniture which is carefully "distressed" or made from reclaimed wood, and then they sell it for more than the new stuff costs. (Go figure.)
I suppose it's a start, but I have no clue where to go from here. Not that it hugely matters, since I don't have a house to put furniture in, but I'd like to have a nicer-looking room to start. I keep thinking a nice rug would go a long ways toward classing up the room, but like I can afford a nice rug? I got this little rag rug from a garage sale, but the decorating soul dreams of sheepskins and Persian carpets. Ah, well, wishing is free, I guess.
(Another reason to get a pushy, high-paying job when I grow up. Would I rather have the job of my dreams, or Persian carpets? Questions like that would be easier to answer if I knew what the job of my dreams would be like. I already know what the carpets would be like; gorgeous and cozy, and possibly a bit high maintenance. Now that I think about it, a nice carpet would be kind of like a nice car; I'd worry about it all the time. Maybe I should stick to cheap rugs. But nooo ... I'm old enough to have nice things now. I have evolved past the teenager who bums around with the cheapest possible things all the time. One gorgeous carpet would be worth five cheap ones. See, I could go back and forth on this all day.)
Also to note: stuff never, ever looks as good when you try it on, or buy it and take it home, as it looked in the store. What do the merchants know that I don't?
I kind of like shabby chic too, but it's too foofy. (I like worn-out and old-fashioned, but too much lace and pink makes me wanna barf. Besides, at some vague future point, a boy might be seeing my domicile, and he is not going to be impressed with pink roses on every surface. Pink, like sparkles, should be used ... but with discretion.)
A further problem: the line between "vintage" and "dirty" is a fuzzy one. A table with paint flaking off it looks romantic as a display, but I'm not sure I'd want to eat breakfast at it daily. Hmmm.
Also, I have expensive taste in furniture and rugs (and probably art too), and the budget of a poor student. And I like DIY, but when it comes to tools and stuff, I have all the mechanical prowess of a duckling with attention-deficit disorder.
tsk. What's a girl to do, I ask you.
so far, the girl is to reading design magazines, daydreaming a lot, going to the odd estate sale, and admiring things in shops and galleries. I continue to note the trend in furniture stores of selling patina; they make up furniture which is carefully "distressed" or made from reclaimed wood, and then they sell it for more than the new stuff costs. (Go figure.)
I suppose it's a start, but I have no clue where to go from here. Not that it hugely matters, since I don't have a house to put furniture in, but I'd like to have a nicer-looking room to start. I keep thinking a nice rug would go a long ways toward classing up the room, but like I can afford a nice rug? I got this little rag rug from a garage sale, but the decorating soul dreams of sheepskins and Persian carpets. Ah, well, wishing is free, I guess.
(Another reason to get a pushy, high-paying job when I grow up. Would I rather have the job of my dreams, or Persian carpets? Questions like that would be easier to answer if I knew what the job of my dreams would be like. I already know what the carpets would be like; gorgeous and cozy, and possibly a bit high maintenance. Now that I think about it, a nice carpet would be kind of like a nice car; I'd worry about it all the time. Maybe I should stick to cheap rugs. But nooo ... I'm old enough to have nice things now. I have evolved past the teenager who bums around with the cheapest possible things all the time. One gorgeous carpet would be worth five cheap ones. See, I could go back and forth on this all day.)
Also to note: stuff never, ever looks as good when you try it on, or buy it and take it home, as it looked in the store. What do the merchants know that I don't?