Walking through HomeGoods, I pick up everything metal/rustic/unfinished wood that I see and mention that it will look good in our "someday kitchen." We started talking about someday and how it is going to stay... someday. For now. The plans we had a year ago of selling our house for newer construction and possibly a new suburb need to stay paused. Houston, unlike a lot of other cities, is doing well economically and houses are selling fast. That's great for us as sellers, but not so much as buyers. What we could have gotten for our money last year is dramatically different this year, and to be frank, our income hasn't jumped enough to raise our budget substantially. So, while criss-crossing the aisles of HomeGoods, going from gourmet sauces to dish towels to pet supplies, we decided to bring a part of our someday house to our house now.
All of this buildup to say - I AM GETTING A NEW COUCH AND I AM THRILLED.
By now you know that Andrew bought our house when we had been dating for six months. He also furnished it then, with my help, and the help of the kind Swedes at Ikea. It was a lot of starter furniture, which was great for a 25 year old bachelor with a roommate. Shortly after our engagement, his dad's company's contract in NYC was cancelled, so his dad went back to working overseas and had an apartment full of furniture and no one to use it... except us. So we inherited his basically brand-new stuff. It was very nice but not at all my taste - very large and brown and oak-y.
When you don't have a ton of friends, you don't entertain often. You don't see your home as much beyond where your butt rests on the couch and what collects clean laundry when you are too lazy to fold (that would be the table, for me). But as I now have friends and might want to invite them over, we have both been looking at our house more critically. It's time to make some decisions, and time to make it our home. Finally.
So, long story even longer, we bought a couch. A sectional - no more both trying to lay on one that's regular-sized. I figure if we are going to commit to our sloth-like lifestyle then we might as well do it as comfortably as possible. Of course there was a sale so we got a table, too. My ability to make a decision on these large purchases with no outward signs of panic should be noted.
This will be me when it finally arrives.
I have no design skills and no idea what I am doing, so I have turned to my archenemy, pinterest, for some guidance. Would you be surprised to know that my favorite restaurant, Underbelly, is the inspiration for everything? And let me be clear - it's not that I am ditching all my old knick-knacks and stuff; it's that we don't have much! I am so indecisive that we have very little with which to decorate. It's almost an empty canvas. It's fun. It's hard. It's challenging when your husband wants everything to look awesome right away and you are a slow decision-maker who wants everything to look found and collected and be personal. Oh, and also? I'm still cheap.
If you see somewhat-vague tweets (how old is too old for your house to be all-Target? Because really, I love everything) or know what you are doing when it comes to decor or if I disappear for a few days (likely napping on the new couch...) that's what's going on. It feels good. And adult. But it's time to make this house a home.
Anyone have any tips on decorating or favorite resources? I have been to most of the usual places and still need a ton of stuff! Do you just want to shop for me? I'd be happy to show you some inspiration and just let you go... Besides the people in it, what makes a house feel home-y?