Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Dreaming a new space

I love the mix of colors in that photo, and often fantasize about having an elegantly designed home. But the fantasy runs smack into my priorities. I am now fully embarked on a mission to refresh my living room, which means getting rid of our broken, torn, depressing dark brown couches and replacing them with pieces that will still allow my children and their loves to throw themselves down and fall right asleep, each couch deep enough to accommodate a pair of lovers, should the need arise. Yes, it's my living room, and my kids are grown and out the house, so why should this lounging ideal be the primary consideration? Well, because watching my children serenely asleep under my roof makes me happy. The world recedes, and I am at peace.

I do want to brighten everything up. It will help to swap out the red curtains for something lighter and airier. The rug, too, will need to go. Even though I still love its bold rusty red color, after more than a decade of faithful service, it is quite threadbare. Mostly, I am weary of so much dark brown furniture. My neighbor and friend Jane, in response to this lament, observed, "It's such a pity trees don't come in more colors." I want to let go of many pieces, but some, like the dark wood armoire that holds so much of my work life inside it, are simply too substantial and useful to discard, so I will have to work with and around them. 

The coffee table, too, doesn't really go with anything else in the room, but my mother wanted me to have it so much that she brought it to New York from St. Lucia on a plane one summer. She was making sure that if she closed her eyes in an untimely way, no one would come into the house and adopt that piece, which she intended for her daughter. At the time, my kids had been in St. Lucia with their grandmother for a few weeks, and she was accompanying them home. I can still recall my son calling me in New York, saying, "Mom, Grandma is trying to pack a whole coffee table to bring on the plane!" He was twelve, and understood it was a legitimate crisis.

I will definitely keep the coffee table, because my mother loved it. Still, it is more than fifty years old, battered and bruised, and it might be time to call in a furniture restorer and get it properly refurbished. I will also hold off on replacing the armchair for now, because I just might walk into a home goods store one day and find a loud, colorful, completely outrageous piece that will be just the touch of eccentricity my refreshed living space needs. Maybe something in a fabric like the blue paisley chair in that second picture. 

I confess I am having a hard time making final decisions on what to buy. Durability matters. And I do want the new couches to be attractive in a classic, timeless way. Yet I don't trust my taste anymore. Maybe it's only that I've spent so many years factoring in other people's preferences, which I suppose is how it often works within families. When I was in my twenties, I knew exactly what I liked. I didn't overthink everything the way I am doing now. I saw my first ever couch, wine red with tiny white polka dots, in a now defunct store called Workbench, and I bought it without flinching. "Remember when we were first married we had a couch and a loveseat in clashing fabrics?" I said to my husband the other night. He laughed. "We were young," he said. "You can do that sh*t when you're young." I laughed with him, and in that moment decided we can do that sh*t now, too. 


10 comments:

  1. When we moved into the Tucson house we were confounded by the small living area and what to put there. Fortunately Lazy Boy had a four day return window and the early mistakes were fixed. I love the paisley chair, it's very cheerful. My boldest acquisition in the new house has been a red filing cabinet. We're looking forward to pictures of what you do with the living area.

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  2. Decisions like this would absolutely paralyze me. You go, lady! I love the paisley chair vibe. Could you recover your old armchair to provide that same spark? Have fun and I hope you'll post pictures in the fullness of time.

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  3. of course you can. this is where you live, satisfy yourself. go for it. but I get the indecision. it took me a long time to decide on tile, sink, vanity when the bathroom remodel was thrust on me.

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  4. Beautiful colors in your photos! Happy to know your sense of beauty/art is being directed to dreaming a new living space. I'm especially fond of your mother's coffee table, knowing the story that goes with it.

    In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love. (Marc Chagall)

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  5. When confronted with color choices, I think about colors in the landscape and how well they combine: blue sky, many shades of green and favorite colors in flower the garden spaces. These colors naturally combine well. You will have lots of fun refreshing your living room. Your mother's coffee table sounds like a much loved heirloom for sure.

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  6. This is daunting and sounds just like my cup of tes! Color in the house, comfort and color...You may have inspired me- our sofa is a wreck, I may seek your advice.

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  7. It's your home, you can do whatever you want. And if you don't like it, try again. Nothing is permanent. I love color, lots and lots of color.

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  8. Let us not fear color! I love this post.

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  9. Absolutely! Who says everything has to match?! I can identify with your need to refurbish -- we have an old couch that we didn't even buy, but instead inherited from the previous tenants of our flat. I would love to get a new one, but we're thinking maybe not while we have the dog.

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