It's now the end of January 2020 and we're STILL stuck inside and having to maintain our relationships in a socially distanced sort of way.
And the truth is, I'm getting B-O-R-E-D with my house! I've been starting at the same walls for too long and can feel my energy being zapped away day by day.
I need visual stimulus on the reg.
And I haven't been getting the proper dosage!
So, what to do?
Well, whenever I'm bored with what I see and what I'm surrounding myself with (Corona virus or not), I start faffing.
(I've spoken about faffing before. It's a lovely term I've borrowed from my designer friends in England. In the U.S. we'd say we are moving-shit-around-on-bookcases-mantels-and-other-surfaces-due-to-boredom.
But "faffing" is much nicer and more to the point.
Anyway, one thing that has been bothering me for awhile is the artwork in my powder room.
I re-did it about 6 months ago, and at the time, I was dreaming of all the places I'll travel to once the travel ban is lifted.
Well, here we are.
But I digress... back to the artwork I originally hung. I love vintage posters, and vintage travel posters, especially. But I didn't have the gobs of money needed to buy the real deal, so I ordered some reproductions as place holders.
They aren't great. You can totally tell that they are repros. And they were bugging me.
So, I decided to stop being bored for a moment and got off the couch.
I pulled out some inexpensive paintings and vintage paint-by-numbers I had picked up at antiques stores. Framed the ones that needed it using my stash of frames I collect at thrift stores. And dug out another mask from Haiti that my grandfather had passed down to my dad, who then got robbed by me.
As you can see, there's still a travel "theme" running through the room. But it's not quite so hit-you-over-the-head with it. As a rule, I don't care much for overly thematic rooms. So these new-to-me pieces can be viewed as colorful and interesting in their own right, but they also depict places I'd like to visit. And, in the case of the still life, well... that's a depiction of food and drink. Which are reasons #1 and #2 I like to travel in the first place.
Ok, ok, back to the topic at hand!
The moral of the story is to switch things up as often as you need to if you feel the life force draining from your soul every time you walk into a room. It could be as simple as turning all of your books horizontally instead of vertically. It could mean taking everything you haven't touched on the kitchen counter in the last week and shoving it into a cupboard.
Whatever makes you feel like you're seeing (and living in) a new room!
Aaaaaah. There, now. Isn't that better?