I have it BAAAAAAAD!
House Envy — (definition according to moi)
Extreme envy of other people’s houses, bedrooms, toile patterns, bathrooms, claw-foot tubs, kitchens, farm sinks, and general color schemes. Also includes envy of outdoor spaces including (but not limited to) landscaping, vegetable gardens, raised beds, flowering trees, and porches. Also includes envy of decorative items such as McCoy pottery, Homer Laughlin platters, white ironstone pitchers, red transferware, Staffordshire dogs, antique furniture and frames, and mercury glass.
Yeah– that’s the disease I have. And, it ain’t pretty.
If you stopped by my house today, you would have NO clue as to my design style or the decorating visions I have dancing in my head. No, instead you would see mismatched curtains (hung incorrectly despite my nagging to Hubby about the problem), mismatched china, empty frames, some country accents, some Asian accents, some art deco items. . . the list goes on. There isn’t a clear direction for ANY part of our home — which is why I’m always embarrassed when people come for a visit. Instead of enjoying their company, I spend my minutes and hours worrying they’ll notice all of the flaws and “ugliness” that I see.
Need visual examples of what I’m craving and wanting for my home?
Take a look at this kitchen, found at A Country Farmhouse.
Uh huh — that’s her REAL, working kitchen. Not the carefully staged fabrication of a magazine. Her. Real. Kitchen.
I want it all, but especially that GORGEOUS farm sink and her open shelving. LOVE it!
LOOK at that floor! LOOK at all of the light. LOOK at the built-ins. LOOK how everything is seamless and calming. Ahhhhhhhhh.
But, I also love color. Celery Green. Robin’s Egg Blue. Sage Green. Periwinkle Blue. Poinsettia Red. Yeah, love color — just a little intimidated by it.
I’d love to have the confidence to pull either of these looks off (as shown in an article on The Inspired Room, one of my favorite “home blogs”):
Well, there’s the gorgeous round, walnut table that I want to paint black. . . and the eight ugly (but stable) YELLOW dining chairs that also need to be painted. I want to paint them, but I don’t want to sand and prime (which is the reason THAT project hasn’t begun). Mmmmmm — I suppose I could just look for a fabulous table cloth. Of course, that doesn’t solve the problem of the yellow chairs. I’d show a picture of those, but they’re in the garage. The garage is Hubby’s domain and I can’t vouch for the state it is in.
Don’t even get me started on my backyard. Or my bedroom. Or my living room.
My case of House Envy is just too much sometimes. Guess I should do something about it . . . instead of waiting time drooling over blog pictures (and spending time whining on my own blog).
So, who wants to baby-sit The Little Lady and Mr. Boy so I can get something done? You know . . . before I talk myself out of it.