Creating meaningful surroundings is important to me. I’m not a designer of any sort. I don’t have rules… I purposely like to kid myself that I’m breaking rules but I have no clue, I could be following a rule book unbeknown to me.
That’s what I was doing today. Concentrating on my room. It’s not done, this is where I’m up to. Everyday I view my surrounds as something to decorate, I suppose that’s just a creative mind, but I don’t always act on the urge, hence this post. There is a need in me to fix everything to what I find pleasing though.
I wonder why when something is important to me, like decorating and styling, I don’t become more knowledgeable on it but rather I allow it to be what it is. It’s an natural interest, I like stuff, but at the same time I am particular on what I have. I like to collect things from different places, I like to make things, I don’t need my possessions to scream what interests I have but I like them to portray my personality. That’s why it’s homely to me. That’s why I feel comfortable in my room.
And how does pleasing me work? How do I ‘find’ what is pleasing? I suppose, I say reluctantly, that must come down to some sort of rule – the juxtaposition of the objects. It’s like pretty faces are usually symmetrical. I don’t know. I’m just not sure, there’s probably a science behind it. With people who are Doctors. Hello, I’m a Doctor of Style. You wouldn’t believe them though, would you. You’d just think they’re being cocky.
My room is divided into two categories; things I’m satisfied with and things I’m not. I wasn’t aware of this till recently and all it comes down to when I have a feeling that something isn’t right. Which is an okay problem, I suppose, but it occurred to me that I could just fix them. Anything that gives me a sinking feeling just correct it till I’m all chill inside.
That’s obvious isn’t it. When you live in a space you don’t often see that though.
So here I am fixing what doesn’t satisfy me and I’ll update you in the future whether these changes have worked.
This is where I kind of gave up and had a walk, food and a bubble bath. I’m an easily distracted creature. This one was a tough one though. I still don’t think it’s right but I think I’m done playing for today so I’ll sit on it a bit and see if my dissatisfied senses tingle.
It does look kind of cute. It’s growing on me already.
Something I’ve neglected to share with you all was these plant pots. They don’t live at my house; that’s my excuse so please forgive me. I made them for my boyfriends birthday a few months ago, of our faces of course, otherwise this post is getting weirder and weirder.
It was one of those I’ve seen them on Not On The High Street for a price I couldn’t afford so made them myself situations.
The only downside, other than struggling to find white plant pots anywhere, was when he was potting them and watering them soil got stuck to our faces. Faces on the pot, not actual faces. So I look like I have something in my teeth and a start of a mono brow. His beard just looks fuller, lucky sod.
But added soil just makes it more unique and I suppose less perfect, and that’s a compliment in my opinion.
Well, that’s all for today, thanks for reading and have a good’n!