I’ve been waiting for the right time and I think it’s come. To selectively show my house and complain about all the things I don’t like. But you get pictures to gawk at. Unless it’s a fabulous suggestion, don’t tell me what you think. Just smile and nod and make those pitying noises I like.
I’m no pro-decorator. I think of myself as a jury rig decorator. I put things up to see how they look. And the mechanics can be thumbtacks or masking tape. Makes no difference as long as it’s up.
My brain is always in a state of “what if” so I never feel any commitment is as good as the next what if. Consequently, I’m more like a set decorator or a special events designer and stylist. I’m ready for the set strike so why commit to the “all the way” with proper curtain hardware.
Sadly, if you’re a designer, I both desperately need you in my house and don’t want you to see if for the shame of the state of, well, everything. Every room has something wrong going on. And no larger conception picture to follow to correct it.
I’m hoping to jazz the house up this weekend with fall florals and what-nots from the attic. Very hot up there but I went and put my eyes on the arrangements yesterday. I was waiting until October but who knew we’d have a heat wave to put me out of the mood of fall decorating. Next comes the gathering of the real pumpkins and a corn maze and hayride excursion. Cute pictures of cute kid to follow. As well as afterwards of decorating extravaganza.