I used to know how to put a room together. I have taste. I have some style. I know the right height to hang photos. I know scale is very super important to a roomís success. Iím not afraid of color or pattern or texture.
Ever since we moved, however, Iíve experienced the biggest brain fart of my life. I have no ideas. Theoís walls are naked. Our bedroom floor is littered with boxes and unhung mirrors and dozens of photos. The long and short of it is, we are living like a family of savages. It draining and embarrassing and a total child-safety no-no.
Iím just too tired to figure anything out. And I donít know how to turn on my creativity during the few hours that Nate and I have to wield hammers and drag furniture.
But today, the tide has begun to turn. We found our future coffee table (at a childrenís store, no less) and we finally discovered the perfect kitchen chairs waiting for us on the sidewalk on Atlantic Avenue.