Details are an issue for me
I've been in my house for almost six months now. I built it from the ground up, designing the plans with the help of my brother. We created a fireplace mantel from a cedar tree that our cousin picked out for us from his land in the Dallas area. People say it looks like it should be in a museum. I found 2" thick, old pieces of pine wood for my kitchen shelves, and my brother made the metal brackets that hold them in place.
I struggled for weeks on the wall and floor colors, and just about died when I first saw the walls and ceilings all the same color, not expecting that much blue. I chose the colors to coordinate with my granite countertops, and feared that I had chosen something that would clash instead. I was entirely unsure of my choices until the granite was installed. When it was all done, I went to my car and cried with relief because it had turned out to actually be a bit breathtaking.
There were a lot of things that didn't turn out as I imagined, and I had this nagging feeling the whole time it was being built that it was going to look cheesy instead of the picture of beauty I saw in my head. I did totally steal Joanna Gaines' kitchen decor, and kept it pretty simple otherwise, so that worked in my favor. That nagging feeling happens to me all the time. It keeps me from working on my art and other projects I want to do. I struggle with the details, always have, and unfortunately probably always will. I am better these days, not as hard on myself, not as expectant of the ideal in my head to happen in reality, tired of the struggle that it causes me, and extremely tired of things taking forever to complete. Working with a builder was a bit like being pregnant and not being able to control the timeline on things. I couldn't not make decisions. My builder was also pretty consistently last minute on telling me he needed decisions made, so although I had a lot of time to plan, when it came time to make the final decisions, I usually had only a few days, so I had to go with my gut at least 70% of the time. Two and two on that is that I can trust my gut on taste, understanding colors, knowing what looks right and what doesn't, etc. I have had many compliments, so I know it is not just my opinion.
My point in all of this backstory is that today I finally hung wall decor. My walls were too scary to touch until now I guess. I didn't want any type of blinds, and deciding on curtains was harder than I expected. They are still not completely hung due to some issues with my wall anchors not being sturdy enough to hold the ones I chose; this after the first set of curtains I hung in my living room turned out to appear green at different times of the day. All this, and I've put so many holes in the walls trying to get the curtains to work that I have to admit the blinds would have been a lot better choice.
Two and two equals trust your instincts when you know what you're doing, and ask the experts for help when you don't. Being a perfectionist kills creativity, keeps you from making snap decisions, sometimes even saves your bacon, yet is a total pain in the tushy. The devil is definitely in the details on building a house and then decorating it.
There were a lot of things that didn't turn out as I imagined, and I had this nagging feeling the whole time it was being built that it was going to look cheesy instead of the picture of beauty I saw in my head. I did totally steal Joanna Gaines' kitchen decor, and kept it pretty simple otherwise, so that worked in my favor. That nagging feeling happens to me all the time. It keeps me from working on my art and other projects I want to do. I struggle with the details, always have, and unfortunately probably always will. I am better these days, not as hard on myself, not as expectant of the ideal in my head to happen in reality, tired of the struggle that it causes me, and extremely tired of things taking forever to complete. Working with a builder was a bit like being pregnant and not being able to control the timeline on things. I couldn't not make decisions. My builder was also pretty consistently last minute on telling me he needed decisions made, so although I had a lot of time to plan, when it came time to make the final decisions, I usually had only a few days, so I had to go with my gut at least 70% of the time. Two and two on that is that I can trust my gut on taste, understanding colors, knowing what looks right and what doesn't, etc. I have had many compliments, so I know it is not just my opinion.
My point in all of this backstory is that today I finally hung wall decor. My walls were too scary to touch until now I guess. I didn't want any type of blinds, and deciding on curtains was harder than I expected. They are still not completely hung due to some issues with my wall anchors not being sturdy enough to hold the ones I chose; this after the first set of curtains I hung in my living room turned out to appear green at different times of the day. All this, and I've put so many holes in the walls trying to get the curtains to work that I have to admit the blinds would have been a lot better choice.
Two and two equals trust your instincts when you know what you're doing, and ask the experts for help when you don't. Being a perfectionist kills creativity, keeps you from making snap decisions, sometimes even saves your bacon, yet is a total pain in the tushy. The devil is definitely in the details on building a house and then decorating it.
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