We bought a house.
I wanted it to be warm and cozy. Warm = red. I painted red walls, I purchased red throw pillows, I bought a red rug... I wanted it WARM.
I wanted it modern. Dark = modern. I bought brown-black wood tables, picture frames, plates... I wanted it MODERN.
I bought magazines and tried to duplicate what I saw.
Finally, I looked around and realized no matter what I did, my house didn't match my family. Warmth doesn't come in the colors I choose but in the quality of people. What's the use of uncomfortable modern pieces in a home where we spread UNO cards all over the floor?
I had a house full of stuff and I hated it.
I had to figure out why. Then it hit me. I was scared. Scared of being less perfect. Scared people who came wouldn't think my house was nice. Scared if it didn't look like a magazine, it wasn't pretty. Eventually, however, I stopped caring... Stopped being scared. I repeated in my head that HOME should not be a place of resentment especially because of STUFF.
I will love my piece of the Earth.
I made a rule to only buy things I love and to clear out the things I don't. I started this movement with a purchase.
HomeGoods. Me. A wine rack. It caught my eye. I saw the price. I walked away.
I walked away? Stupid.
It stayed on my mind but, when I went back, it was gone... I told everyone about it. I dreamed about it. It was weird, cool, corky, perfect... BUT it was also gone :(
Until I saw it at another location and, without thinking, I bought it. Islanders, meet my beloved wine rack:
Guess what? 2 years later, I still love it. It still makes me smile and it symbolizes the start of a MOVEMENT 'round these parts.
Are you in the same boat? Can you relate? If so, take a risk! It's your home, your life, your family... Nobody's opinion matters but yours!