I’m decorationally-challenged. Couldn’t tell laminate from hardwood if you paid me. Granite from formica? No idea. The difference between a Van Gogh and a paint-by-numbers by my granddaughter (hey, she’s good, okay?)—clueless. Hand me some carpet squares and I’ll use them for welcome mats.
I mean, come on. They want me to figure out what paint color to use in my living room by looking at a sample smaller than a credit card? Please.
The truth is I can go into Pottery Barn, Rustic Hutch, any of those beautiful home decorating stores, get inspired out the wazoo, buy a bunch of stuff and once I get it home--I have no idea what to do with it. I’ve perused Pottery Barn magazines, home decorating books, you name it, but to no avail. It’s just not in me.
Now for those of you who can transform a room with a throw pillow, I’m happy for you. Just don’t walk in a dark alley at night alone. I’ve been known to go crazy with paint cans.
I should live in a sod home. Dirt floors, no-nonsense walls, small rooms with logs, that suits me. Stuff a few cracks with chewing gum, and I’m good to go.
Our son and his wife are visiting this weekend. They just bought a new home and they also purchased some software that allows them to “decorate” their home on the computer to see exactly how something looks BEFORE they go to the expense of actually putting it in their home. It even shows up in 3-D. Amazing. Next thing you know, a life-size Martha Stewart will be sewing curtains in our living rooms.
I’m excited about looking at this program. If it’s as good as they say it is, I’m getting it. Though I doubt I’ll be able to decorate on a computer, either.
Maybe I should just give up and live in a cave.