Our home is in turmoil. It’s the storm before the calm as rooms are torn apart, items are waiting in stacks and boxes, new furniture is on hold and we close our eyes when we walk through the rooms, counting down until everything is back in place.
Today we went out to find a rug for the living room; we came home empty-handed. There were so many to choose from that we were overwhelmed: bright colors or muted; wool or synthetic; made in India or the United States; expensive or not?
We have our colors, and we have ideas. We have little experience with decorating, though. I have stacks of books and magazines as references, but they tell me all that is right and in style but not necessarily what’s comfortable. What we choose will become a part of our daily lives for many years, and that makes for more of a challenge.
We have to imagine what the rug will look like after the dog repeatedly rolls on it to scratch her back, what will happen when Cam spills a drink on the sofa and whether or not the coffee table will hold up when he sits on it to play video games.
There’s so much more to designing than matching colors, patterns and fabrics. A house becomes a home when you feel comfortable there and live your life without worrying about the “what ifs.”
We’re planning to go out again tomorrow, and I think this time we’ll take a photo of the dog along instead of the latest designer paint chips.