and not in others.
It’s a long road, to get to where I would like our home to be, and we’re going. All the while, it is our home, our house, and our lives together…
and not in others.
It’s a long road, to get to where I would like our home to be, and we’re going. All the while, it is our home, our house, and our lives together…
I’m sure there are those who would think this rug I carpet taped from samples is a bit much, but I like it. I think it matches our sensibilities, and it certainly matches our cats.
I also like the different piles of the rugs, as you walk over it, all the different textures on the bottoms of my feet…
I just realized, I’m passing up opportunities left and right on this one. We finally had the bathroom light fixture we picked out installed and I hate it. It’s harsh and nasty in a room that is otherwise coming along pretty well. It was pricey too, and I’m not certain in all the bustle that the box is around any more to return it.
While lamenting the loss of money and the secondary loss for a second fixture, I totally forgot that I could probably make one that I would love much more, and would be better suited to our space, and add to the uniqueness that I’ve been striving for in our new home.
I’m thinking of taking this light fixture design and bastardizing it for our space. It will take some doing, but again, will probably be worth it. Probably.
But now I’m worried about other elements that I might have already laid down some money for, which could have been more original and hand made. Crap crap. I guess I’ll just have to see. And it’s not like the home can wait for me to make everything, we are going to be living there shortly, and we need light in the bathroom, etc…
—Richard Wagner
I keep forgetting that, intent on some new TV or other to make our new home truly great. I remember only occasionally how that has the least to do with it.
Although we’re happy about our recent dining room chairs purchase from a local resale shop ($5 a piece, and they are ridiculous in their uniqueness) I think most of the joy of them comes from the thought of making them our own, reupholstering and maybe painting, hopefully together.
Why do I keep losing sight of that?