My difficulties in the make-up, clothing, and hair departments have already been documented. But this lack of skill extends to interior design as well. I walked into Pier 1 yesterday and was nearly as panicked as I was in Sephora. There are a million things, sparkly, colorful, bold, simple. The choices were overwhelming and I had no sense of what I wanted. What goes good together? What matches? What will "pop"? I want my home to look nicer, but I have no idea how to accomplish that. At a very basic level, I have no idea what I want it to look like
I know people who collect things; owls, cows, windmills, salt shakers. I don't.
I know people who can walk into a room and change two things and make the whole place more inviting. I can't.
I like my things to have some meaning. Things that were gifts or associated with a happy memory. Not just stuff I bought at a store. On the other hand, I'd like my home to look coordinated--matching towels, sets of dishes. I don't think I'm terribly materialistic, but I want things to be nice. Some people seem able to accomplish that, have a home that looks beautiful and put together, without looking like an interior design studio. I wish I could do that.
I don't want to live in an interior design magazine. I want to live in a home. But a home that feels good, feels like me. But, who am I?
I am not modern:
I am not country:
I am definitely not Victorian:
I do not like balls in dishes....
I don't like velvet paintings...
I like sunflowers....
But not this many....
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