6′ X 9′
In my black and white world, you are either born with a creative gene or a practical gene – never both. Since my Excel-loving self was obviously born with the latter, I often feel inadequate when it comes to situations that require creativity. And decorating? It’s at the very top of that list.
As much as I try to deny it, I have a bad habit of allowing myself to be swayed by others’ opinions. You don’t think my Z Gallerie artwork is unique enough? Okay, I’ll take it down. You don’t think dark brown is a good color for the den? Okay I’ll go with a beige. You don’t think my over-priced rug was worth it? Hmm? Really?
But then last week I realized that it’s dumb to worry if people think my red throw pillow clashes with my blue one. And if I want a turquoise chair then I should buy a turquoise chair – even if it might not be what a decorator would choose.
This week I’m taking a big step: I’m going to purchase a 6′ X 9′ rug for my living room despite everyone telling me I should get an 8′ X 10.’ Why? Well because at I’m 35-years-old and I should be able to pick a rug without needing another person’s stamp of approval.
Right? Tell me I’m right.