Cramming it all in

I knew that I wanted my new living room to be a robbin’s egg blue ( not sure why I knew that, but once planted in my brain it wouldn’t budge) so that is how it played out. And of course, WHITE CEILINGS! I also did an accent wall along the hall with the same yellow as the kitchen. The whole thing is very cheerful, even in depressing gray winter.

But once the paint was done I needed to arrange the furniture and decorate. Turns out that what I thought would be a room practically designed for my furniture, nothing really fit at all how I hoped. And I was scratching up the floor moving things around all the time, not to mention making my back sad. My biggest problem is that I LOVE my furniture and I wanted anyone who came over to see all of the awesome pieces I have. But not enough space, so what would get booted to the back bedroom? My orange couch, which was my first grown-up furniture purchase? Nope. Where would people sit? The ugly blue chair or ugly green chair that I inherited from my grandparents? They are too prefect with the wall color and age of the house and where would people sit? The old tv or old stereo (also inherited). Super cool and great talking points, so they have to stay. Shelves hold plants and plants are a must, especially in front the big windows. My desk? Also holding plants (and I’ve had it since junior high and am so attached). Ugly Coffee table I inherited from Deacon? Where would people put their beverages? The little white cabinet? It looks perfect under the thermostat with the $700 lamp on it. Sigh.

In the end, the awesome armoire got booted and people will just have to put their coats in the real coat closet and games can go in the back room and pulled out when needed. It still feels a little crowded. Future project is to rethink, but for now I’m OK with it.

The wall hangings also went through several rounds of rearranging, which made me feel super guilty about putting nail holes in my freshly painted walls, but I’m over it.