Wednesday, September 12, 2012
On Changing Colors
You may remember a recent, shattering mishap involving vases and mirrors that left my mantle naked and missing the former row of slowly collected over time yellow treasures. Which now has the vivid yellow chest of drawers (where I conceal lots of yarns, threads and mid-progress handworks) looking lonely for a dance partner. Jeff gave me one very lovely little green vase for my birthday as a signal to cheer up and move on already. A new color.
I had been thinking for months of changing up this room a bit. And here is a list of thoughts should you be so utterly bored as to read through them:
:: Liar, Liar that's not a Fire. As charming as the fireplace is, it is entirely fake. Yes it's true. It has a mantle and a deep slate tiled alcove, complete with a stack of logs, but I would burn the whole house down if I built a fire in there. I fear I would miss the mantle if we dug out and used the space some other way. So my thought here is to use the open interior space as a spot for a custom built book shelf. Like this-ish. Okay next.
:: Insets. To either side of the (not) fireplace have always been a nice asset to the room and were entirely lined with shelves for knickknacks when we moved in. I am not much for knickknacks. Well I was, I guess, until they shattered. And while portraits are there now, I think I'm ready to see multiple quilts on multiple rods across each inset, instead. From top to bottom. Savvy?
:: Color. I will not be letting go of the deep turquoise mantle wall. In fact if I could carry that color around in my back pocket all day I would. I adore it. The lighter glass blue of the rest of the room though... I am ready to see something new. I might be in this room more than any in the house save the attic studio, and I have never been at peace with this color, as nice as it is. It have always felt it a bit airy for the weight of all of the rest of the color/pattern/art. So my thoughts now are to go way deep and more neutral. The deep tones in this post of Holly's are inspiring me. For instance take that turquoise from the mantle and toss in a lot of grey/brown to get a murky swampy, blank slate. A color you can sink into and get lost in. It's a big room, so I am not afraid of the dark.
:: Art. With the thought of the deep wall, and so far two more paintings (from the insets) in need of a home, I think I will expand the "art wall" to stretch across the whole right wall, and not just above the sofa. I will take that iron garden artifact from behind the chest to the, well, garden. Then hang a lot of art. I mean a lot. My attic is filled with more. And with the dark colored walls I anticipate a feeling of the art emerging from the wall rather than hanging on it.
:: Furnishings. I will switch out my printed curtains foir some natural linen panels. I think I will give the big round table a coat of linen white as well while I'm at it to balance the dark walls and help highlight all the trim. Couches will remain largely the same, though one of them has recently gotten a needlepoint-y makeover which I'll be sharing more about soon. Rugs. I've been looking. Not going to go overboard unless it's a great deal, bc I still have a puppy in training. But this has caught my eye. I think it would be amazing in under a creamy table and in a swampy green/blue room. Though the tassles might well drive me mad, but I could resign myself to snipping them off and repurposing them elsewhere.
And those are the points of my brain's interworkings regarding a living room and also likely the very first time I have been made truly aware of why people Pin. But I get so overwhelmed at the thought of Pinning. I spend 5 seconds on there and suddenly I hate all images and never want to look at another poetically esoteric photo of a jello shooter for as long as I live. Don't hate me because I don't pin. You can pin. I still love you.