I have two recurring dreams. The first and oldest involves my trying to climb half broken ladders, wobbly stairs – you name the inclined surface, I’ve teetered unsteadily up it in a dream. That one doesn’t exactly take a degree in dream interpretation to figure out. Happily it’s not the subject of this post, since it’s also sort of depressing.
The other one is way cooler and a little more relevant here. In it, I’m always discovering that our house is this huge convoluted place with random undiscovered rooms at every turn. The bedroom is attached to a massive ancient bathroom/beauty salon sitting over a large body of water. The basement has a room covered entirely with white seashells – or a huge storage space where people come and buy thrift goods.
Okay…it’s a little weird now that I’m writing it out. But you get the idea.
Granted, the only undiscovered detail I’ve actually stumbled on to date is a sliding door between the kitchen and dining room (to hide the nonexistent help ;) – but still, our house *is* more than a little convoluted and it’s taking even my subconscious a really long time to wrap its head around it. Pretty as its little details are, I was so distracted by the randomness the first time we came for a look see that these blurry pictures were the only ones we stopped to take:
As you can probably see, I was too amused by the random jacuzzi tub in the master bedroom to take in much else about the house (or seriously consider buying it).
Decorating for me is a slooooow, organic process that happens as I get comfortable in a space and learn how to live in it. Maybe that’s how it is for everyone – but I’m still amazed by the people who have every room painted and furnished in a matter of months or even years. As it turns out, everything seems to be growing out of the family room off of our kitchen.
It used to look like this:
((hold onto your lunches))
The old owners offered to sell us that couch. We politely declined – but did pick up that red cabinet in the back. The only other things left on the day we moved in were the curtains; and we promptly burned those. Soon after that we painted the back wall in Behr’s Marigold. A few months later I was watching He’s Just Not That Into You (a surprisingly decent flick) and decided that the L-shaped wall would look good in an almost industrial high gloss red. The guy who prepared it confirmed my choice by asking, “You mean you want me to mix up a bucket of ‘what the hell did I just do?’ for you??”
What the hell indeed….
I loved it. We were finally getting somewhere. But what to do with that pee yellow upper half?? It seemed like a great excuse to put up a great wallpaper.
In what I’d like to think of as a stroke of genius, I decided on Designers Guild’s Anichov wallpaper in Nutmeg. I’m obsessed with Tricia Guild’s stuff and had been looking for a way to work something of hers into the house.
Add some drapes (Restoration Hardware’s variegated stripe belgian linen in mocha with PB hardware), a DIY retake on an old Ethan Allen coffee table and a few other details and here’s where we stand today-
There’s more to come but we’re getting close. A set of Room & Board’s Hutton couches are on order in a fabric matched to the background of the wallpaper (pictured here in blue from their website)…
It’s not quite finished – but still, I think we’re coming along pretty well so far. And not a wobbly set of stairs or seashell covered wall in sight. Maybe someday soon I’ll put an end to those recurring dreams. Funny, but I might sort of miss them.