This past weekend has been devoted to a therapy for healing – nothing new certainly. It’s been practiced by many generations before me and I’m sure will continue with generations to follow. The title of this post has,of course, given it all away – retail therapy!
There are things I have wanted to change for awhile now. Many of the things husband and I furnished this house with were choices made by compromise – we all know about that, don’t we? It’s a necessary component in any relationship. Rarely did I really mind those compromises, although in some ways my heart yearned for something different. My biggest need over the past few months has been a need for color. Color! Weary of the muted tones we had chosen for most of our decor.
So on Friday I trekked to town, meeting the Artistic One for a visit to Big Lots followed by lunch. It is reassuring to have a partner in crime when it comes to spending money that maybe would be best left unspent, you know.
Ahhh – so comfy, so cozy, so dog-hair-resistant. Yes, she said. YES! I said.
The pillows I had purchased over the past couple of months – developing a new color scheme. The throw was a gift from the Artistic One – a Sark throw, all about dogs. Fitting, she thought. Fitting, I think.
Now – artwork! Artwork with color. YES! I said. She agreed.
We chose the lower two on Friday, but after looking at them hanging on that wall with so much space above them, the Gracious One and I made a trip back to Big Lots yesterday and I purchased the top one. It just called for that extra, that last block of colors that called the eyes, and my spirits, upward.
There is that dark red wall in the dining area – the wall with the faux-painted arched area, my attempt to add a piece of Tuscan architecture. Or something. In the beginning, I liked it, but over the years its darkness has become oppressive. Time to lighten up! I think I have found my new colors.
The top two colors – the lighter for the bulk of the wall, the darker for the arched area and the arched wall leading from the morning room to the kitchen. I’m not sure how well the colors replicate in this photo, but you get the idea.
Retail therapy – I recommend it. Although the husbands of the friends that picked up the new couch, squeezed it through my doors and into my family/living room, hauling out the old oh-so-heavy couch that made into a bed, have suggested if I feel a need to buy more big pieces of furniture I contract with a mover. As further justification for my retail therapy, the old couch was purchased from the Gracious One and her husband when we moved here – between the two of us, that couch has survived 28 years of use. It done us good!
I am making my imprint on what is now my house. It is uplifting. Today I box up old, useless books and make space for colorful baskets to put on those shelves – which baskets will become holders of yarn and craft supplies. The living room, which also is the computer room, has been mostly unused for the 14 years we’ve had this house – time for it to become more functional, to be my room for sewing (if I choose), crafting, creating, dreaming. The back bedroom can be released from its prison of holding too many things in too small a space and can become, simply, a bedroom. The bedroom my Kat uses when she is here, just as the middle bedroom is simply a bedroom. The bedroom my Gep uses when he is here.
Life moves on. Filled with enough.