Our bed doesn’t have a headboard. I feel like this is the last thing holding me back from being a full-on adult. I send out Christmas cards – how very adult of me. I have multiple sets of mixing bowls to accommodate all the home cooking I do now – mega adult-like. I bought a La-Z-Boy recliner – OK, that might be more than adult. Not like inappropriate, but like geriatric.
Our master bedroom decor has always been pathetic. We still have IKEA dressers and nightstands. I actually love them, so I’m not annoyed that we have them. But I’m confident that as an adult, I’m supposed to have something classier than MALM dressers. I kind of have a love/hate relationship with them. I hate them because I’ve had them for FOREVER but I love how they look and function. Plus, they were way less expensive than what I’d find at most stores, and I prefer this style to what’s available at most furniture stores. We don’t give house tours that include our bedroom, so no one knows. Whoops, now all of you know and I’m sure you’re judging me hardcore for it. You’re probably more likely to judge me for my overuse of words like hardcore and mega. Oh well.
Dan and I have no wall art on the walls. In fact, the only wall art currently up in our house is a weird Ducks Unlimited painting that Dan randomly hung in our bathroom. I wouldn’t describe it as my style, but I also don’t care, so if that’s what he wants, go for it. Even when we lived in our modern condo, we had zero wall hangings. I think it has something to do with housing never feeling permanent. I’m still too close in age to my annual apartment moves, where I never lived anywhere for more than a year and never hung anything since I’d have to fill in the nail holes (with toothpaste, of course) to get my security deposit back.
I also don’t have any trust in my decorating taste. Even though most stores have nothing but super adorable options — seriously, places like Target, TJ Maxx and Home Goods are making it nearly impossible to do a bad job of decorating — I would still somehow pick the worst items, or combine good items with the wrong things and make a bunch of cute pieces look ridiculous.
Our house is also in a state of renovation. It’s hard to decorate when I plan to change every room in the near future anyway. However, “near future” seems to be a relative term for me, that could mean a few months or a few years. Once our family room is finished (maybe by the middle or end of the summer?), I will start decorating. Maybe the excitement from finishing that room will inspire me to tackle a few others.
I don’t know how everyone else does it. I’m going to assume they are all just more adult-ish than me and want their home to feel more, well, homey. Maybe everyone else started accumulating cute home decor in college or immediately after college? I seriously have nothing except for stacks and stacks of picture frames I bought throughout college. And only a few of those frames actually have pictures in them. I don’t think I have a single picture frame with picture anywhere on display in the house. Am I missing some kind of decorating gene?