My brain is a mysterious beast that’s near impossible to wrangle at times. You might think that all of the redecorating/reorganizing that NEEDS to be done over the next four months would keep my obsessive need for constant change at bay, but looking at paint chips and spending inordinate amounts of time on the DwellStudio site (+ making time sucking photoshop renditions) in order to do the baby’s room has now got me wanting to re-do the rest of our house. (Okay, not the rest of our house – I’m satisfied with the guest bathroom and the kitchen/dining area, but our bedroom and master bath now seem to be getting dragged into the “make way for baby” overhaul.)
It’s not exactly the right moment to decide I want to redo our bedroom – but I’m not talking anything crazy – just some new bedding (I’ve got my eye on DwellStudio’s “collage” above) and some fresh paint. I’m slowly talking my self into loosening the purse strings for that duvet set by rationalizing that babies see bold black and white patterns first, so surely this new duvet will stimulate my daughters senses and enhance her learning as a tot, right? And as for the walls – when we moved from our overpriced shitbox in WeHo to our Haven in the Valley, I had just painted our living room such a calming shade of blue, that I color matched it exactly in our new bedroom. Three years later, that “relaxing” blue has become a little tired, and makes me want to, well, peel my face off, and I’m craving something new.
Don’t worry – I’m not totally out of my mind. I’m going to finish our living room to office overhaul and get the little one’s room in order before I do anything drastic. But I’m a design addict. I blame my Mom.
And while we’re on the subject… I’m not usually one for mass produced chain store art work, but something about this print from CB2 has caught my eye. Maybe it’s the fact that in our quest to fit our office into our living room, I now have a very large empty space over the couch to fill, and very little cash with which to do it. (It’s limited edition – so maybe that makes it slightly less cheeseball? No? I’m still a dork? Damn.)
Scott has vetoed my current wall display, citing that’s it’s “unsafe to have all that crap hanging over your head.” He might be right, so our wall of crap is going to now be moved to the entry wall where it can’t hurt any unsuspecting house guests should an earthquake strike while they’re sitting on our couch. Anyway, I don’t know what this thing looks like in person, but I like avocado green, I like woodgrain, and I like the price. (If anyone was thinking of lavishing me with gift cards for my birthday, you might consider CB2 – they also have some sweet yellow outdoor chairs I’ve got my eye on to replace the no-longer-functioning ones in our back yard, and these recycled mosaic placemats that look like they would just wipe clean, which after the 1000th time laundering the ones we got for our wedding, sounds just dreamy.) Oh my god…did I just gift grub on my blog? That’s so embarassing.
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