I never developed the ability to accessorize, whether it be in my wardrobe or my home. I tend to like a more clean-cut wardrobe full of basics (a good white shirt is the key to all humanity as far as I’m concerned although I rarely wear them because I usually spill coffee on them in about two nanoseconds) and I admire outfits that are basically jeans, a white shirt and some great jewelry, but I can’t manage to put the same thing together on myself. I’ve been wearing the same pair of hoop earrings (that have not come off except for a handful of dressy occasions) for two years now.
The same goes for my home. Oh how I long to have a perfect styled bookcase. Even if it only has books in it, do you notice how they just look better in magazines? But no matter how I stack my books, I cannot make it look like that. And I sort of abhor buying home accessories just to fill space. I love found objects and things that I love or that have meaning to me, but it takes awhile to find such things.
Oh look, you’re just in time for dinner. We’re having apples.
So it’s a bit humorous that I’ve spent most of last night looking through magazines and online images trying to get a feel for how spaces are “styled” (that’s what the cool kids call it, you know). But there’s a damn good reason for it. Our house renovation is going to be featured in the local newspaper’s home and garden section. And that’s not quite like ending up on the Nate Berkus Show or on the pages of House Beautiful, but there’s a certain amount of pressure involved in it. Imagine if everyone you knew in high school—your best friends, your not best friends, your ex-boyfriends, and those people who totally had it out for you for four years—were all invited to your house for a party. You’d want it to knock their socks off, right? I know that’s not a particularly charming personality trait that I just exposed there. It’s much more interesting to say that I don’t really care. I live how I live and they can take it or leave it because I’m perfectly happy here, but let’s just say I haven’t gotten to that point in my life yet. Maybe I just need a few cocktails. That would probably help.
Obviously the person who sleeps in this bedroom just got up, threw off the blanket and walked toward the light at the end of the tunnel through the French door.
Anyway, I have a lot of bare walls and bare shelves in the house right now because you might recall that in spring I put a moritorium on all indoor projects so that I could get a much needed break and go outside and garden. And since I’m in denial about the changing seasons, I haven’t exactly picked up where I left off inside. I have less than a week to get the place as “photo ready” as it’s going to get and I know fresh flowers will only get me so far.
All that stuff on the nightstands and no alarm clock?
OK, those barely count as bookshelves since there aren’t many books on them. And photo shoot or not, I’m not wrapping all my books in white covers!