Whenever I come across a picture of a room I like in a magazine, or on Instagram, or wherever it may be, I always imagine that whoever decorated that room conjured up a vision in their head and then went to work executing it flawlessly – just the way they had planned out in their mind.
And if that really does happen for those people, I want to know their secret, because I promise you it does not happen for me. Very rarely, anyway.
Instead, I usually stumble my way through, working with things on the fly and making it up as I go. Sometimes, things fall into place nicely. And then sometimes it’s a bit of a struggle.
This time around it was a struggle.
I hauled so many things up from the basement and nothing was working for me.
I think at one point I sat down amidst the pillow covers and candlesticks and vase fillers and said, “I hate decorating”.
