Some people know exactly what they want. They are decisive and poised when faced with choices. When it comes to "dressing their nests" their houses feel serene because everything goes together and has a nice flow. How I wish that I could be like that. I am like a magpie -- everything turns my head, especially if it is shiny! I know it isn't the most crucial thing in the world, but I am continually striving to find out what my style is and then decorate my house that way. Actually, I do think it is important because Home should be a peaceful haven where you can escape the world and where your family and friends can find solace. At least that is what I tell myself when I feel like I am being too materialistic and obsessive. Last week I finally went to frame the picture that my nephew took of the Salt Lake Temple. I walked right in and actually didn't take too long choosing a frame. I picked something that was almost black and kind of like bamboo because I thought it would look nice with our Japanese tansu chest and the other oriental things in that room. I used my coupon, picked a plain mat for it and walked away. Then the torment starts. "Did I pick the right thing? Sure we have an asian thing going on in that room, but the temple isn't asian, I should have picked something that was more straight lines like the temple. But wait, I really love a softer look. Who am I kidding? I love flowers! I should have picked the dark wood frame with delicate flowers carved into the edge. I need to just be true to myself! But Matthew wouldn't like that and it is his house, too. I know, I should have gone with that ornate silver frame. The temple is gray and that would look fabulous! But nothing else in that room is really that color and besides with the tint..." Blah, blah, blah and on it goes until it is too late and I pick it up and I hate it and I feel sick because I spent money on it and should love it. But then I bring it home and put it up over the piano and it looks fine. I do not have this problem with things from Goodwill or garage sales. "I like that. I don't like that. That is not worth a dollar, but love it for a quarter." There are no options -- just one size, one color. It either will or will not do. There is no pressure there, no agonizing. But actually having to spend real money on something? Well, you might as well just kill me now and save the debilitating ulcer some trouble. I think I am done buying new things and I will have to tell you about the Amazing Estate Sale later.
As an example of my widely varying tastes, I have gathered some images of chairs that I like. Asian, modern, cottage, retro, biedermeier, you name it! I might not like them next week and they definitely don't go together!