According to the magnolia tree in front of my house, winter in the East Bay is OVER. And unfortunately for us, only a couple days ago did I take the first step in the gargantuan project that I SWORE I would tackle over said winter:
“Decorate the house.”
I don’t really know all that “decorate” encapsulated, really, but I think I THOUGHT I would get more done than I OBVIOUSLY have.
Here’s what I did get done:
I bought a rug.
This seems small to you, sure. But to me, this goddamn rug if the lynchpin in EVERY OTHER DECISION TO BE MADE ABOUT THIS ENTIRE HOUSE.
Literally, this entire house.
It’s an open floorplan, after all. It’s not like you can’t SEE the f#@%ing rug from every nook and cranny of the first floor. It’s in a sight line to every work of art on every wall, with light from every window hitting it, picking up every paint hue.
The good thing is, I like it. I really like it.
The bad thing is, I am no closer to completing “decorate the house.” Instead, I now have approximately eleventy hundred and seventy-two new décor-related questions, including, but not limited to:
- Can an anal-retentive like me really deal with a predominantly white rug at the top of the stairs, or should I re-orient ASAP?
- Should we switch the entire upper floor paint color to gray, or is that too matchy-matchy?
- Should the Louis XV chairs be reupholstered in white, or will white get too dirty (anal-retentive!), or be too hard to match?
- Whatever I decide, should the ladderback cushions match the Louis XV upholstery, or should they be complementary?
- WHAT THE HELL KIND OF CURTAINS DO WE NEED?
- Anyone need an all-wool red and yellow checked runner?
PS — I got it at West Elm, if you’re curious.