Almost two years ago, I wrote a post entitled “Beige-i-fying My House”. We had decided to put our house of 32 years on the market and our realtor suggested we hire a “House Editor” for guidance in neutralizing and de-cluttering our home. I whined about replacing my colorful walls with beige paint, removing my funky light fixture and cutting my art supply in half. The objective, according to my realtor was to stage my house to sell. (Post note: The staging did not matter as it turns out, we had already moved out and it was completely empty when the new owners purchased it. Ha!)
Well, she’s back… (the house editor that is) I actually like my Sherrie interior designer friend and hired her for advice on re-tooling our townhouse. Downsizing between the two homes resulted in cramming a dining room table, an old sofa, an oversized chair and other Choctaw Trail relics into a smaller space.
I’m a big fan of consultants. I am a consultant and appreciate it when clients actually listen to the expensive advice I provide. So, I’m listening to Sherrie in spite of the fact she is not allowing me to buy a piece of furniture, rug, or lamp with a spec of color. Everything is gray, cream or beige. Now reader, I’m simply, utterly, and completely not a beige fan. Has anyone really ever taken stock of how much beige there is in the world? Beige houses and buildings, beige sofas, beige walls, beige purses, beige clothing. Sure it “goes” with a lot of things, but does that fact alone deem it worthy to occupy such a vaulted place in this society? (Vaulted by virtue of the fact it is everywhere!) There are so many words representing beige– cream, tan, ecru, biscuit, fawn, camel, mushroom, taupe, sand, and oatmeal—a testament to its prevalence in our society, but at the end of the day—it’s still beige!
And yet here I find myself agreeing to pay too much money for a cream colored sofa and a neutral area rug. The sales rep at our furniture store told me in his 15 year relationship with our decorator he has never seen her allow a client to purchase a patterned arm chair. (I’m her first concession, although let me be quick to add- the background color is cream). She keeps telling me these choices will create a foil for our artwork. (Although she still abhors my melon-head ceramic sculpture, Dr. Seuss teapot, and fiberglass “hand” chair) “The eye needs a place to rest” she keeps telling me. Grudgingly, I’m listening to her. I probably am a little ADD in my quest to fill spaces.
I’ve said all along BBLB is not just about color, it’s also about being brave. In this case I’m being brave about change. Even at 62, I still want to be open to changes and transformations. This one is just a little bit in my face!