I just received the latest issue of my favorite magazine, House Beautiful, or as I like to call it, House Lust. The February edition did not disappoint: page upon page of stunning makeovers, whispering, Hey, you could do that—if you just add a few more zeroes after that 22 cents in your savings account, you could totally do that.
What is it about “Before and After” that lures us in? I see the designs and I think, Well of course! Anyone would know to move that couch over there and paint that wall brown! It just makes sense. But to be honest, the couch did look okay near the window, and who doesn’t like the simplicity of white? The room actually looked okay before.
The great thing about designers is: they’re fearless. They have an unflappable confidence we mere mortals (or “homeowners,” in designer slang) don’t possess. The moment they graduate from Design School and have those business cards printed (“Amanda Josephine Phillips, Designer”), their confidence level automatically skyrockets.
Orange pillows? Sure, the designer said it looked good. Stain the hardwood floors black? Why not. Knock that wall down? Absolutely, it has to go. Paint the ceiling in the hallway lavender? Why had we never thought of that before. The point is, designers give us permission to release our inner whimsy.
The Husband got home from work early today. He took one look at the dining room filled with paint buckets, brushes, tarps, painter’s tape, and rollers, and groaned audibly. “Sweetie, turquoise stripes?!”
I told him it matched my Inner Whimsy.
(“Magenta Or Violet?”)