All of us design lovers are a little crazy when it comes to our own spaces. Personally, I treat my own home design a little bit like therapy for myself. I soul search, I rearrange, I tweak and I agonize until it feels “right.” A change in mood or lifestyle for me can mean complete upheaval for the loft. The past few months have been really difficult for me, personally, and I find that I’ve turned to my apartment as my coping method. Not only is it the place I can retreat to when I need to hide away from the world, but it’s also my palette to express myself. I rationalize that in times of pain or loss, it’s important to find one’s voice. Well my loudest voice is my design personality, and I’m letting her roar.
In the quest for perfection-or maybe just a little clarity- I’ve been scrutinizing every inch of my apartment. It’s not only about what looks pretty, but also what functions well. Last week I started moving things around. Actually I moved EVERYTHING. All the snapshots you’ve seen? No longer exist. And while I’d like to claim it’s been a complete success, instead I feel like I’m living amongst chaos. Spare tables and chairs are lying around in the middle of my loft. My desk and bench can’t seem to find the right home. If my apartment is my voice, does that mean I am completely nuts?
It’s a domino effect. First I moved my Eames lounge to my open, awkward entry area. I LOVE it. I think these chairs look best on their own, and it’s the perfect reading spot. Next I wanted to re-purpose my office nook, as it wasn’t getting used and the whole area was pissing me off. I moved my bookcase over there and it looks fab. But bookcases look good anywhere. Meanwhile desk may go where it’s shown in the new plan, but I really prefer bench there. I need something for the wall to the left of the Eames, but desk is too deep. I keep running in circles. (And hurting my back hauling furniture by myself.)
This post is not about my solution, it’s about my intention. I plan to exercise my demons and I am determined to win. By the time the crisp breezes of fall are upon us, I WILL be finished my living area. After all, there is only so much time I can spend analyzing and feeling stuck. Life moves forward, and so shall I.
Are you feeling stuck in your own home design? (or life for that matter?) Let’s motivate eachother, okay? Deal.