We're at the "decorating" part of the moving in process. All the essentials are out of boxes and in their (tentative, until I change my mind and redo everything in a fit of work procrastination) proper places, and our running list of things to buy is now mostly decorative as well. (Previously it was: "MOAR TRASH CANS!!" and "ALL THE PAPER TOWELS!!")
We need a coffee table or two, and some non-see-through curtains on a couple windows, but everything else I've written down is like: "A Vase Or Basket Or Some Shit For Stairwell Landings," or "Something Big For Big Wall And Other Big Wall."
Clearly, I have a true and singular design vision. "Something Big." "And Preferably On Sale."
I found a cool wooden starburst mirror on sale in downtown Ellicott City, which was on sale probably because I'm the only person STILL referring to starburst mirrors as "cool," but it was 1) Big, 2) On Sale, and 3) Not Too Heavy So I Was Pretty Sure Could Carry It To My Car. It really wasn't THAT heavy, but oh God, it was definitely big. And awkward. I took up most of the sidewalk and could barely see over the top of it as I huffed it back to my car with only about 45% confidence that it would fit in the trunk. But it was marked down seventy-five whole dollars! Don't let my mad bargain skills smack you off the sidewalk oh God oh God I'm so sorry I didn't mean to smack you off the sidewalk.
We hung that outside the master bedroom, with the idea that you'd see it when you first walk in the foyer down below and it would reflect the nice big open space and blah de blah feng shui mumbo jumbo. It really only reflects the white ceiling because Fucking Angles, How Do They Work? But Jason and I still high-fived each other because look! We accomplished a thing! Let's go sit down for awhile.
This weekend we decided to tackle the front living room, and another gigantic blank wall. We will be painting everything, but...uhhhhh...not yet, did you miss that part where we already accomplished a thing? Give us a break, man.
Although in the end, I think we essentially decorated the living room wall at least four separate times over the span of two days. First, we had this idea to re-use a bunch of things from the old place in a super-planned out, geometric pattern that looked pretty good laid out on the floor.
It took us (MOSTLY JASON) well over an hour to map out, measure and recreate said pattern on the actual wall...
And then when it was all done...
We (MOSTLY ME) totally hated it. Too many things taking up too small of an area, too modern for the built-in bench seating and overall vibe of the room, plus there was some weird optical illusion stemming from the differing thicknesses of the things that made all our (MOSTLY JASON'S) meticulous measuring look off by a few inches, resulting in much eyelid twitching.
We agreed to sleep on it, because SLEEP, and then woke up in the morning and took it all down to start over. Those squares now look perfectly amazing serviceable in the first floor powder room.
I should mention that before we moved in, Jason and I both had MANY serious discussions about not falling into the trap of just buying random shit to plug furniture/decor holes. "I want to only buy things I really LOVE," I insisted. "I want to wait until we find things that are really PERFECT."
Yesterday Jason stopped at Home Goods and literally texted me pictures of about 400 Random Big Things That Are Also On Sale.
OH HEY IT'S A BIG-ASS CLOCK. IS THAT BIG-ASS CLOCK ON SALE? YES? OKAY IT'S PERFECT.
So the next version of the wall centered around this clock and some floating wood shelves from our old living room (and Etsy), carefully and artfully arranged to take up the maximum amount of wall without being too far away from each other. I should note that these shelves, while lovely, are basically demon bitches from hell to hang. You really only want to deal with them once per house, I'd say, before you change your mind and set them on fire.
The final version of the wall centered around moving the shelves two additional times, once to where the studs where, which was not where we (JASON) originally put them, and then a second time because I had the gall to whine about spacing. Then we just hung up a bunch of totally random photos and shit to hid the giant gaping holes we'd created with the shelves, because we discovered that we left all the wall spackle at the old house and GODDAMMIT, WE ARE FINISHING THIS MOTHERFUCKING WALL ALREADY.
You know what? I like it. It'll do. At least until we decide to paint and have to take it all down, and then we'll (ME) probably come up with a completely different idea and change everything about it.
Next up is the similarly-sized giant blank wall in the family room.
I'm picturing just hanging one thing as a central focal point. A simple statement piece. Preferably something striking and classic, to balance out the other shelves and knick-knack collections I've put elsewhere in the room.
Oh, who am I kidding. We'll probably just get a damn TV and call it a day.