When staging pieces or decorating my own home, I really only have one expectation, and that is that things will be fiddled with. Very rarely does a decor item get perfectly spaced and placed the very first time I set it down. I never realized how compulsively I arrange and rearrange things until I had my first baby. One day, I was watching him play with Legos and he arranged them on the coffee table, then stepped back and looked at them. Then he stepped forward again and moved them around and stepped back again. Learned behavior, you guys! He was doing exactly what I do when I’m arranging something. The truth is, you keep at it, and keep at it, until it looks right to you. I’m talking about angles, the height of different pieces, the texture, the color tones and the overall theme of the room. You ladies all know how boringly neutral everything I own is. That’s how I like things. I like things that match. And every once in a while, I’ll pull in a fun piece with color. But for the most part, most of my decor is interchangeable, meaning I can move things around and from room to room when I need a fresh change of scenery.
I’m a very visual person. Some will read this and think how superficial and unimportant this all is. And yes, it’s true. It’s very trivial. But it feeds my creative soul. It’s like an art. Staging a vignette is a challenge. You just keep practicing. And remember it’s a process. It’s always a process and there’s never an exact end. At least for me, there’s not. There’s always a new treasure to find or a new pillow to buy. Seriously, don’t get me started on throw pillows. Or mismatched white dishes. Or small throw rugs. I can’t even count how many I have.
Anyway, back to ‘the process’. Here’s an example. It seems like I can never quite get my family room mantel exactly like I want it. It’s been this way, and that way, and that way.
Here’s what it looks like right now…..right this second.
And here’s another way.
And another way from earlier in the summer time. (This lasted about five seconds.)
And here’s my winter mantel from last year.
It’s a process! Always, always, always.