Before we talk about decor, I want to talk about clothes. I think many of you who read this may not be young enough to relate, but my sense of sartorial style was entirely formed on Pinterest. Those of you under 25, you’re probably in the same boat. During my teenage years, I was exposed to literally millions of images that showed me exactly what my wardrobe was lacking. I was completely unsatisfied with what I considered to be my fashion sense, despite dressing pretty much the same as most of my peers, … because I saw what I was missing.
As creative as I was with thrift store finds, I simply didn’t have the budget to wear the standard of my taste. As I’ve gotten older, and steadily had more income at my disposal, I’ve been able to get my hands on pieces that I genuinely love and feel fantastic in. No more FOMO. Not with clothes.
But I’ve found the exact same struggle begin to arise in a completely different area: my home.
I’m now the high school freshman of homeowners: I see the beauty of style that exists in the outside world. I’ve seen what others have done to interiors. I want in. Buuuuut I’m back to my comparative 14 year old budget. I’m back to turning nothing into something. I’m back to making it work a little bit at a time. And when it comes to my home and seasonal decor, I think I’m a bit of a maximalist. I get excited when I see photos of rooms overflowing with plants and art. I love organic edges and jewel tones and eclecticism. Places that feel warm and well-lived in, not just slept in or ate-in, but laughed and created and cried in are thrilling to me.
But I’m not there yet.
I’m collecting things, one at a time. Neither my bank account nor my aesthetic allows for all-in-one purchases or matching sets. Sometimes I buy things online, and sometimes I force my vision into being by building it. But most of the time I just wait until I see something that makes my eyes sparkle a little, and then keep adding to my collection (read: home) until I feel satisfied with the balance. So… with an entire house, that’s going to take years. We may sell and move long before I ever get to the point where I look around my whole house and say “yep, this is what I wanted.” In all likelihood, that’ll probably be the case. But that won’t stop me from collecting.
Knowing that I couldn’t afford the shoes to complete the look at sixteen never stopped me from wearing the rest of the outfit.
So currently? I’m in year one. We have little furniture. The walls are completely barren and I can’t figure out where to hang the one mirror I bought because everything looks too naked. I knew that decorating for fall would probably be an extension of the mirror problem; it would just highlight the blankness and end up looking a bit silly. But how depressing is it to squish your festivities just for the sake of visual cohesiveness? I couldn’t have that. So I took a hike.
I took a literal hike and gathered the prettiest, most festive things I could find, and I made it work. Then I bought a few pumpkins, and this is the result.
It’s not what I want. It’s not a home overflowing with vibrant color and exciting textures. Overall, it’s still quite empty. As far as decor goes, it is minimal, and not me. But it’s a baby step, and I wanted to share it with you all.