I had to do one.
Especially after reading some of these.
There are some funny folk out there.
So, we painted the master bedroom. For the record, I only test swatched ONE color... not twelve. We painted the bedroom the same color as the kitchen. Sherwin William's "Balanced Beige" in flat. Don't let the name fool you... it's not beige. It's greige.
It's exactly what I wanted in there. No questioning my choice. No second guessing. I think, friends, I am finally at a place where I feel comfortable... even confident in my own style. For those who have been reading for a while, you know I spent quite a lot of time thinking through and trying to define my style those first couple of years in this house. But, we've hit a groove now. And I don't need to think nearly as hard any more or be as concerned about making a "wrong" choice.
I keep a decorating journal of sorts. It's horribly unorganized... very free-flowing. I sketch in it, glue things in it, write thoughts, ideas, feelings. Entire magazine pages are wedged in it. Falling out. Right-brained.
The other night, I was looking back at older entries. It's interesting to see what sorts of things have been constants all along and what ideas and trends have already phased out. Encouraging, too, as I see all I've worked through about myself and our home. Before I put the journal away, I came across an entry from last October. Part of it summarizes the sense I was trying to describe earlier of just being comfortable...
"I feel like I'm growing confident in what I find beautiful, happy, comforting. I don't feel compelled to make seemingly incongruent components make sense. I'm okay with just letting them be what they are. They make me smile. Make me remember. Make me hope..."
I have more ideas and inspiration right now than I have time or money to make reality. But, things are happening. And it's to the point that it's really fun... less work... less deliberation.
That's a nice place to be.