I have a problem that I am powerless to control. I came to the realization today when I checked my mail to find my new copy of Elle Decor. No woman my age should get so excited about a magazine. I used to be thrilled to find my copy of Rolling Stones but now it’s House Beautiful or the occasional copy of Dwell or Southern Living. And it doesn’t stop with magazines or even the endless stream of furniture catalogs.
Blogs like decor8, Bossy Color blog, Young House Love and absolutely beautiful things to name just a few of my faves are constant sources of inspiration or discontent depending on the week. Even the anti-design mogg blog is a weekly must visit site.
Don’t even get me started on HGTV and their decorating shows available 24/7 – thank God I don’t like all of the shows.
I am in the process of thinking about buying a house and I can already tell you the names of the paint colors I’d want to put in each room of the yet to be chosen home. Yes, the names of the Benjamin Moore brand paint not just a muted gray or a greyish aqua but ‘gray cashmere’ and either ‘seacliff heights’ or ‘bali.’
I do have a problem. I am a frustrated amateur decorator with no house to decorate since I’ve done all I’m gonna do to this apartment. There is furniture out there that needs me. Yes, this must be the year of the house. I either need a house or an intervention. Maybe I need both.