Big spaces above the tv are my own personal decorating nightmare. I know more positive people would say, “No, Liz. They’re opportunities for something cool.”
Be that as it may, I am slowly accepting that I’m not a Pollyanna person. I’m more of a this kind of person. I see a big intimidating space of wall and just end up living with it for months, frozen in indecision, and muttering “why can’t you contribute something to this household” as I pass by it every so often.
In the midst of my “that’s a huge wall and there’s nothing on it and I’m going out to buy some more wine” crisis, I ended up changing the living room curtains to plain white sheers. I love it so. I don’t know why I argue with myself when I decorate things. Like, I already know what I like, and yet I talk myself out of it.
Liz-who-knows-things: Let’s decorate with some white curtains. It reminds you of summer.
Liz-who-messes-with-herself: Nah, let’s do something with patterns.
Liz-who-knows-things: But the rug has a lot of pattern and that’s going to bug you.
Liz-who-messes-with-herself: Nah, let’s do it anyway. Also, look at that super modern light fixture…
Liz-who-knows-things: Whoa, but we already saw that one at the flea market and…
So I go round and round with myself like a crazy woman until I come out on the other side and do things like I originally preferred them in the first place. It’s like laying a square egg, but, here we are. White sheer curtains.
I bought these toleware sconces on a whim a few weeks ago because I am OBSESSED with toleware sconces, and these bad boys were a really unique shade of off-white, brown and pink. It became immediately clear that they needed to be on the problem-wall, so I found this big round mirror during a half-off sale. They’re hung a little crooked, and the mirror might be a little low. I was being cautious as to not hang it too high and avoid an “the eye of Sauron” situation, but hey, that’s a problem for Liz-later-on.
Is this exactly how I saw this wall decorated? No. But in truth I was shorting-out with thoughts that vacillated between a gallery wall, a giant piece of art, a mural, or you know, burning the house down with the embers of my indecision. I’m super relieved to have something up and done. The more I decorate, the more I think, “Eh, why are there rules? If you like it who cares? If it doesn’t look like something in a magazine, is someone really going to mention it? If the curtains aren’t hung from a foot ABOVE the window, are the police going to come get me?”
Liz-who-messes-with-herself would say: YES! It’s important. Those are the rules.
Liz-who-knows-things would say: Let’s buy at least a dozen more toleware sconces and fill the entire wall with them, like some kind of weird art sculpture.
I mean, I’m totally not going to do that. But I could.