Sometimes a person can fall into a bit of a funk, and not even notice one's there until one starts to climb out of the hole.
I'm not depressed, but lately I've been feeling the need to infuse a bit of change into the atmosphere. It's a natural by-product that comes from visiting other people's pretty houses (especially after you've had a really splendid time hanging out, and taking in all the pretty) and the desire to scrap everything you own and start again is almost overwhelming, because suddenly everything you own feels like crappy garbage, and you could just weep over it all.
But, weep I did not.
We had our house repainted about eighteen months ago (already?) and I wasn't happy with some of the colours I chose. We discussed repainting some areas - mainly the hallway - but that job would have been the trickiest to manoeuvre, requiring scaffolding-types of things and telescopic paint rollers, and all that stuff. I thought I'd refrain from re-hanging frames on the wall until we changed the colour, but time... ticked... on. And now here we are, a year and a half later, still with a paint colour that makes me stabby, and the loathesome walls are still naked and void of artwork.
Or, at least they were until last week.
That excellent house party played catalyst to these changes in part. The other part was suddenly having back-to-back house guests last week... I fell into spruce-it-up mode pretty fast, and it was high time! I forced myself to leave perfection alone, and just start with the stuff I already had. I wanted to change the frames on some images, but I didn't have the time nor the dinero to hit up Ikea or anywhere else for new stuff.
After the passing of Adam Yauch (MCA) last month, I was ready to re-hang a beloved image of the Beastie Boys I've had for as long as I can remember, but I was indecisive of where and how I wanted to display it. I had that frame leaning against various walls in the house for weeks.
And then I found a gorgeous photo of a baby-faced Michael Jackson, back when he was still black and normal-looking, and I got to regrouping his face with the image of the Beastie Boys circa 1986, along with one of Maddona, and Bob Dylan, and Bjork, and with some others...
I just rearrange the items, in different combinations, and on different walls. I added an inexpensive mirror I found at the place that rhymes with Sinners. And guess what? It looks all... different.
When I walk down this hallway, my shoulders automatically rise, like I'm hugging myself, because I just love the changes so hard. I've never hung anything on that wall before (the brown frames, between two doors) and having frames on both wall, facing each other, makes the corridor feel full and homey, but without feeling cramped. Who knew?! And adding these three prints in the kitchen feels like the right thing. Or certainly for now.
Man, I should have done this ages ago.
The changes are small, but impactful. I'm still working on it all. I have some ideas about shadowboxing some stuff... but I will need to get some more frames in the near future, but the best part is I'm liking the space around me again, and I realise it had been a while since I'd felt this way.
Changes are good for the soul sometimes.
Made any changes in your house, lately?