About 2 months ago I bought a house. It’s a unique fixer-upper opportunity kind of house and I got it for a steal. I mean seriously, it’s almost criminal how little I paid. The beauty of this house is that it is paid for, in full. No monthly mortgage. Yay, me! Since I no longer have a monthly home expense over my head, I am free to spend time developing my writing career. Yay, me, again! Added to that is the fact that I can take my time and decorate it how I want, with no landlord interference. It’s a win, win, win situation as far as I can tell. I couldn’t wait to get started.
My daughter’s room is the first we have tackled, and other than getting to choose her color scheme, it was a rush job. I needed a clean place for her, as the previous tenants had been less than fastidious, and then the house had sat vacant for 7 months. Funk abounded, and as a person with a brand new kidney transplant, she needed CLEAN. So I got the paint in the colors she chose, we scrubbed the walls clean, slapped on the new paint, and called it temporarily done. Temporarily because there was no prep work done at all. We painted nails, rough spots, bad patch jobs, the works. I have full intentions of going back when things are more settled and doing it right, but this will suffice for now.
I began looking at all these home décor things cropping up in my Facebook feed. I have a friend that loves the chalk paint white Victorian look, and she posts dozens of these type photos every week. I could seriously see doing my bedroom in this style. As a lover of antiques, I have a lot of dark wood furniture, so I clearly cannot do my whole house like this, but I can pull off the bedroom, I think. The main body of the house has the original hardwood floors, (stained dark, of course) and the kitchen, dining room, bath, and bonus room have what I will refer to as temporary flooring until I can afford the flooring I want.
After almost a month of looking at home décor that dazzled the eye, I took a good long look around my living room and came to a sad realization. As much as I would like to believe I have at least a little flair for decorating, I actually have none. My decorating style can be best described as a mash up of thrift store chic and 1930’s bordello. Now, every time I walk into my living room, I just see the sitting room of an old whorehouse. Part of it is the lamps. My friend recently moved into a smaller apartment and downsized. This led to me acquiring a lot of stuff for my house. She was passionate about the color red. So I have 3 lamps with red lamp shades, varying bases, and hit or miss on beads and fringe. Combine that with the dark wood of the old Victrola cabinet, the overstuffed chairs and sofa, and the dark, skinny boards of the hardwood floors, and the only thing missing is a scantily clad moll draped over a machine-gun-toting mobster. About as far from airy, pale floral, chalk white Victorian as you can get.
I’m going to quit looking at Facebook décor pages. Before, I liked my living room. To me it was comfy and a touch mysterious. I want that feeling back. I want to sink into my chair, in my dimly lit living room, and enjoy watching television, surrounded by my dark and mysterious nooks and crannies. I want to envision it decorated for Christmas in a Dickens novel kind of way. I want to get that damn leg lamp from A Christmas Story for my front picture window. Who knows. Maybe I can make turn-of-the-century tacky the new trend.
But I’m still gonna try for that Victorian look in my bedroom.