Sometimes I think I should call my business and blog "Ramblings, Anxiety and Interiors." But, you know, all the business books advise against it.
And they would probably slap my hand for this post too but, you know, I am the kind of girl who eats McDonalds. I stand real close to the microwave. I sometimes drive to the end of the street before I put on my seatbelt. I am freaking Evil Knievel, y'all.
This clean slate, this house, has kept me up at night. Don't get me wrong, I am blessed beyond measure and I am pinching myself constantly at the space we have. But, the slate is almost TOO clean. It's too pure. And I am too poor and indecisive.
As any red blooded American woman, I have been scouring my secret Pinterest boards for inspirations on rooms. And like many of us, I have been fixating on a few of my favorite designers/instagramers/people, the ones that I pretend in my head that are my friends (don't act like you don't do it, okay) for inspiration. But somehow, inspiration became blueprint.
I was basically trying to do my best to copy rooms. I found myself in several situations asking myself if "so and so would buy this" and then would walk away from it.
I love social media as much as the next cash poor lady trying to scrimp together a few pennies to buy the Diptyque votive candles at the Nordstrom sale. (Why in the HELL don't they do this sale at the beginning of the month, yall?!?)
But, I find myself taken over by it all sometimes. And then I stop trusting my gut. I stop doing what I do...which is collect. I am not a decorator, yall. I am a collector. And it has taken me a year to figure this out.
This weekend, I came across these. THESE VINTAGE BAUGHMAN STYLE PARSONS CHAIRS for a damn steal. And it threw my whole blueprint, perfect clean living room idea into chaos. But if you think I didn't drop Grayson immediately upon seeing them and throw my body on top of them, then you don't me at all, y'all.
I spent the better part of the rest of the day in a panic about what I was going to do. These didn't fit into my PLAN. My PLAN had bamboo. But, these chairs are me. These chairs are what sings to my soul.
Which also leads me to this blog. All the books tell me in order to be a good blogger, I should be doing it all the time and should have editorial calendars, etc. But, y'all. I have tried that and it didn't make me happy at all. And, by the lack of clicks and all that mess, I don't think it was making y'all too happy either.
I want this...this business, this blog, all of THIS to be fun space. A creative space where I share thoughts and pour out some of my creative energy. I want this place to foster discussions and learn like we talked about before.
So, let's make a pact. How about we all promise to trust our own selves a little bit more? And we promise to enjoy all these pictures but not live by them. Let's collect all the things we REALLY love...life is too short to worry about a design blueprint.
(And you know I bought those damn chairs and am now trying to figure out how to sell plasma to pay to have them recovered. If any of you have recommendations on folks you have used in the DMV, hit a sister up!)