My decorating confession

I have a confession to make. I've let all my decor plans for my new space slip.

Decorating my new pad, dubbed the Jen-nasium and the jPad by friends, started off strong. I went on an epic Ikea shopping trip, allowing me to furnish my space, fill my cupboards, and survive day-to-day.

I had multiple allen-key assembly meltdowns, but, with a little (OK, a lot of) help from my friends, I managed to turn a stack of flat-pack boxes into actual, functional furniture.

As I raced to prepare for my housewarming party, I ruthlessly downsized (a task that appears to be never-ending) and strictly adhered to my purple and grey, with pops of yellow, palette. I even was able to rework my Ikea futon to fit my new scheme by swapping out its frankly rather unattractive cover for a simple fitted sheet.

A few decorative vases here, an armful more of hangers there - suddenly, I was set up.

And that's where my decorating efforts stalled. Once I could do laundry, cook, work from home and watch TV, those final touches started to slip down on my list of priorities.

But lately, I'm feeling a little bit guilty about the unfinished state of my decor. Yes, very few decorating projects are ever actually done, but blank white walls are less than welcoming. The stack of family photographs - enlarged and printed in black and white - wait to be framed and hung as a gallery wall. The chalkboard just needs to be hung in the hallway. Other bits and bobs need to be framed, placed and hung, with hopefully a little help from someone with a more level eye than I.

And, I bought this votive holder from West Elm to mount above my bed, for a bit of a change from the traditional large headboard or statement piece of art look.

So, that's my shameful decorating confession. I got lazy, and, three months after moving in, I still have yet to hang a single piece of art. But, here's hoping that I get back on the wagon soon!

Comments

[JR Jake]

Oh My! You have Colin and Jason (?) as interior decorators for your fine newspaper and you go to IKEA? Oh My!