If You Hate It, Get It Out of Your House

When you move to a new place, usually you have a blank canvas to work from.  The former owners have removed all of their things, and you come in with yours.   They have left their mark with the choice of paint, flooring, lighting and landscaping; but this new house takes on a familiar feel, just by adding your things.

Well,  this move was nothing like that.  We did not buy a furnished house, but we got a lot of furniture anyways.  The former owners left beds, loveseats, benches, ottomans, bar stools, 14 cacti and other random items. Some of it is just not me.

I am a northwest girl, born and bred.  I did not hop on the southwest craze in the early 90’s when I was a newlywed outfitting my first home.  Now 20 years later, southwest cushions, southwest pillows, and southwest bar stools are being foisted on me.

My friend Paige came to help with colors, furniture arrangement, and  fabulous ideas on how to make this place feel more like home.  She also had wonderful advice, “If you hate it, get it out of your house.”  You just don’t want to be looking at stuff that makes you crazy, unhappy, depressed, frustrated, or all of the above.

That day, I packed up a dozen southwest pillows from the conversation pit–yes, there are some interesting things about this house–and put them out of my sight. Unfortunately, bar stools don’t pack up as easily, but I had a simple solution.  A trip to the fabric store for a few yards of clearance upholstery fabric, batting from my endless stash of junk and a staple gun were the answer to my troubles. I love the geometric print and the warm colors.  Our old house had rust, gold, brown and beige balanced with wood tones and granite.  We have an amazing view here, but the white interior can be very cold.  We’ve started adding a little warmth and a  little love.

Now if anyone knows a good home for some rather large cacti, we’ll be doing great.

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Hello world! Beautiful House in Need of Some TLC

Two days after Christmas, we started calling this big, white house on the hill home.  It’s beautiful, filled with light and character.  It’s also 20 years old and very, very white.  We’re used to warm wood-tones and granite.  All these strange angles are throwing us off a bit.  To keep sweet Mary Kay up on all that’s happening, I have decided to start this blog.  It will be the story of how we make this house our home.