Yesterday, Apartment Therapy posted about compulsive redecorators. Although I am not extreme as some of the cases they talked about (I don’t change my whole house from shabby chic to minimalistic in a week), I am a compulsive tweaker. I’m not exaggerating when I say nearly every day I change something. It might be something as little as a pillow or an entire gallery wall. Rearranging. I have no issues changing a paint color or an area rug. To make it sound less threatening than “nothing is safe in our house!”, the only constant in our home is our family and love. See? Nicer.
I don’t share every little change that goes on ’round here because that would be incredibly boring for everyone else but me, but now that spring is in full force–in addition to opening windows and spring cleaning–I challenge you to do some spring tweaking of your own. Let’s face it, money is a factor when re-decorating, but just shifting things around is completely free and can rejuvenate a space in very little time.
For instance, Monday during my daily tidy up/tweak session, I realized I grew tired of our mirror message board I put in place on the wall in between the dining area and living room nearly a year ago. I wasn’t using it all that often and I just
wanted needed a change.
So, I swapped it out for the wall clock that was hanging above our open shelving in the kitchen and a hand-written quote I framed months ago. Turns out, we have a clock on the oven and the microwave, but no way of telling the time from the family room, so the switcheroo worked out perfectly. Except now the open shelving was left wanting.
Admittedly the open shelving is constantly evolving. Last you saw, we had it looking like this:
Chris’s cookbooks went to live on the built-ins and I had just moved the clock–so things were bare and primed for tweaking. I decided to go for a clean and classic black and white look this time:
I added a large oil-painting I did last year up top and kept everything else pretty low profile. We went to visit our parents (Mine and Chris’s parents both live in the same town about 4 hours away) over the weekend and my mom gave me the best little gift:
Her metal dessert bowls. She has had them forever and I remember using them when I was a little girl. I asked her a long time ago to will them to me when she dies. She’s not going anywhere anytime soon, but she wanted me to have them and enjoy them now–so of course they went on the shelves, too.