Decorating a living space has enough power to lower one's self esteem significantly. For one, you come to the realization that you don't have nearly enough money to carry out your dream design. Secondly, your dream design is completely unoriginal since it's stolen directly from that foreign film you saw last weekend that made you feel sophisticated and better than everyone else you know. Once you proudly finish one thing, you pivot an inch or two and that other 40 foot wall comes into plain sight, tapping its foot in disappointment since you haven't even hung one frame or considered its existence in general. Should I paint it? If so, what color? Is my place going to look as if I dove into a container of green playdo while slurping asparagus soup on earth day?
And furthermore, you finish your project and strut down the lane to your friend's new place, certain that you'll be the one giving advice on how to design on a budget, only to find that they had been much more innovative and much swifter in their decorating achievements. Who knew that you could turn a lamp shade upside down, slap a few magazine clippings and a straw hat on it to create a state of the art ottoman? "Oh, I made that myself," she'll say coyly as your stomach sinks thinking of that vintage-esque lamp you bought at Target for $45 (it was such a great deal!).
Everything is a process. And a learning experience. Patience is a virtue. More money. More time. More everything. Hooks. Hutch. Love my giant window. Couch covers? I hate you, Ikea. I love you though. Knives.
Oh, you! <333
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