I started this blog (way back in 2010) fully intending to jump-start my career in interior design. Or writing. Or both.
Somehow, over the course of six-plus years, the majority of what I’ve shared has turned out to be, basically, everything EXCEPT interior design.
Baking? of course.
Party planning? Heck, yeah!
Parenting? sure, why not?
Whining? eh, maybe a little.
Bragging? Who, moi?…ok, yeah, that too.
Interior design? Um…not so much.
There might be a draft or two somewhere in a folder with some posts along those lines, but I’m pretty sure that’s where those sorts of posts go to die.
I was reflecting on this fact last week while I was spring cleaning our living room. I’m not sure what sparked the specific train of thought, but as I moved furniture around to capture dog hair and cobwebs, I concluded that I’m sort of lost in decorating my own home. When it comes to design decisions in this house, I defer to my husband. There’s a reason for this, I think, but it leads to some pretty obvious problems for us.
We’re currently in the middle of remodeling our master bathroom. As in, new walls, new floors, new fixtures, new lights, the works. It’s an interior designer’s dream, right? So it should be easy for me to get online and make quick, sure decisions on what all of the replacements need to be.
Should be. That’s the key here.
It’s not as easy as it sounds though.
I can’t make a blinkin’ decision to save my life. I am overwhelmed by all the possibilities of what the finished product could look like. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for my husband, sacrificing his evenings and weekends to do this for me and for all the times he’s said, “I’m doing this for you, baby. Pick what you like.” I’m overwhelmed by my emotions, which is getting in the way of my professionalism.
Do I doubt my knowledge? Not often. Do I doubt my sense for color, texture, aesthetic? Rarely. These decisions usually come pretty easily when I’m advising someone else. In my own house, though, I’m having a major dilemma. I think my problem is that my personal tastes are too diverse; I don’t have any one favorite design style to base my decisions on.
Also, I’ve spent basically all of the past year in survival mode, trying to keep my act together enough to survive life with two infants and a preschooler. Not complaining, just observing that I haven’t really done much in the way of decor or design in our house in a long time. I’m out of practice here, folks, cut a girl some slack!
So, my solution to the fact that I can’t decide which style we should go with, and run with it is this: I’m making Ryan do it.
Yep, that’s the plan.
Here’s how it works: together, we selected a vanity that we really like that met all of our requirements (basically, the requirements were, the cabinet could be any wood finish except oak, and it had to be more than 30″ tall and had to fit in the same amount of space our old one took up. Guys, I’m married to a man who’s 6’2″ tall. I try to account for his height in all of our life decisions.) After we selected the vanity, it narrowed our style options down somewhat. I also decided to match the finish on the vanity hardware (brushed nickel) to the new faucets for the sink, tub, and shower. Once we decided on the brushed nickel, I narrowed down the selections to a couple I liked. Then, I made Ryan make the final decision.
I’m dusting off my hands as we speak. It’s hard work making someone else do all the work. Seriously.
I’m looking forward to sharing more with you as things progress. I probably won’t have as much luck delegating writing assignments. Unless I can’t decide what to write.