One thing I'm really good at is finding inspired interior decor online. I truly have the best eye for pieces for the home when I'm behind the Google machine. Girrrrl, you don't even know the skills I have. I'm also fabulous at talking about home decor to people and all the things I want, the color palettes I'm into and how I plan to implement soon. Soon, soon, soon!
Guess what I'm awful at? Actually buying any of said things and/or carving out time to change my interior space. And it's for one main reason: Because I always feel like the next home we live in will be where the magic happens, not the current one. Since we've never lived somewhere we thought we'd be at too long, I've never felt much of a desire to spend my limited weekend time pain-stakingly dredging out old furniture while I replace it with expensive pieces (that doesn't even mean every piece would be expensive per se, just the fact that redoing an entire room is always expensive, no matter what).
But I realized that I told myself when we lived in our last place in Portland (which was super cute but verrrry tiny) that when we moved to San Francisco and had a bigger city spot, that I would then throw the money at interiors. Then we lugged our lives down here to SF and knew the place we picked (our current home) in our quick pre-moving trip would be a place we'd call home for ONLY a year max. And now, here I am telling myself that our next home will be where we throw the money.
^So many pieces I would love to see on my walls when I came home from work each day. Like all of the above. Gasp, love it all.
The funny thing is that I think I'm actually right this time. I do think our future abode will be a place we settle in for 2-3 years and that it will be worth the investment of time and money. I do think I'll actually feel really motivated to get rid of the old and in with the new. However, I still feel annoyed at myself for constantly putting off something that I could definitely start to work on in little ways now. Why can't I grab some new throw pillows? Or a duvet? Or actually frame some beautiful shots that I'm really proud of taking against large mats to display on my bare walls. Why am I continually telling myself that things in my home will change tomorrow, not today.
I know this seems like I'm putting a lot of emphasis on 'stuff'. But I'm more so using this example as a frustration with myself. In some ways I'm great at taking the leap to things that would make me happier. But in others, I continually tell myself that I'll do it eventually. Not now, but just eventually. And then eventually turns into ... ?? This is something I've decided to make a tiny dent in this Memorial Day Weekend. A small goal but an overdue one.
[Throwback: If you'd like to see pictures of my first ever city studio - and all its extremely girly flair... check out my post from when I moved out HERE.]
What annoys you about yourself?