Every so often, I become fixated on a particular design element. The obsessive attachment becomes so intense, that I must implement it somewhere - anywhere, so that it will finally release me and slip quietly into the recesses of my mind, leaving me feeling giddy and quite satisfied.
That being said, my latest preoccupation seems to be centered around stripes- yes stripes. Animal stripes, zebra wood (ornamental striped timber), painted wall stripes - you name it. This obsession recently lead me to paint horizontal stripes on one of my walls. I'll share that with you in an upcoming post. But for now, take a look at the pics below and let me know how you feel about stripes?
My, my how times have changed. Back in the day when I was getting married, registering gifts was an often complicated, and time consuming process. I recall my, then fiancé, and I frantically running around in stores like Crate & Barrel, Pier 1, and Target. At each store we were equipped with a store bar code scanner, which we used to zap the items we thought we might need in our new home together. An exhausting process even for two young and excited love birds.
Bonjour tout le monde, et bienvenue! Hello everyone, and welcome! So I've finally decided to take the plunge. Today is my first official blog post. The truth is, I should have done this a long, long time ago. 'What was the hold up' you ask? The answer: Me. It was me. I was afraid of ...something - anything - everything - and nothing. "Who's going to read it?', I'd ask. What will I write about?, Will I be misunderstood? What about all those folks who are much better at this than me? Will I keep it up?
Then two life-changing things happened:
1) My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. I am happy to report that she is now cancer-free. (Yay!) But talk about something to fear! Although I'm sure she had many a disquieting thought, Mama never broke. In fact, she shaved all her hair off, before the cancer drugs had a chance to take it from her. She's a real-life Steel Magnolia. "Nothing beats a failure but a try" she always says. You know what? She's right.
2) I matured. There's a funny thing that occurs when one matures; a strange, gratifying, liberating sensation that wells up from within and whispers "Whooo Cares?". This doesn't come from a place of callousness, or brazen disregard for the feelings others. In fact, it is deeply respectful, almost reverential. It's something that gives one permission to proceed. I'm not exactly sure at what point all of that actually occurred, but I know that I'm ready. I'm here. So let's go.
This blog will be all about my décor challenges. I may even include some failures. I'll write about small space living, organization, entertainment, and of course there will be plenty of do-it-yourself projects. Do you have an idea or question you'd like me to look into? Shoot me an email. Stay tuned, there's more to come.
Welcome to "my place". I'm Ola, a self-confessed décor addict and DIY think-tank. I love working with small spaces. Please make yourself comfortable, and let's get to know one another better.
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