Me Likey Stuff

I bought two sectionals. For outside. On sale. Small ones. My plan is to reconfigure them into a bunch of loveseats. I think. Or maybe two sofas and one loveseat. Or one big grouping perhaps. It will become clear when they show up. I’m sure it will. What happened was, I realized there’s a limit to just being with what is and it’s okay for me to buy some things to furnish our home to make it more comfortable. Most of the stuff in our place has been given to us or higgledy piggledy shown up triggered by certain occasions where we needed something.

The dining room chairs I carried home an hour before those dinner guests arrived. The laz-y-boy I got for nursing Ax, never imagining it would graduate to the living room. The club chairs I salvaged from my friend’s goodwill pile. The folding table we got for Thanksgiving overflow that’s become my desk. Somehow it sort of all works, in a kid-friendly, hodgepodge, early garage sale kind of way.

If I were going to decorate, like decorate, I’d want a kind of spa-like, natural neutral-y space – lots of white, almost white, and flowing sheer curtains, with maybe a hint of spiritual-y/ethnic/earthy – some statement crystals and throw pillows with gold thread and a faded natural wood element here and there. What we have is extra-large beanbags in bright orange, fuscia, and lime green, with pops of clutter. It’s kind of perfect for our lifestyle.

My inner home is the sparkly white princess palace. The physical home is the family playhouse. And now, just in time for Ax’s birthday party, it’s going to have outdoor sofas too. Man, am I lucky to have this life.