I have this sort of weird and empty corner in my house.
It’s in my dining room. It’s sort of weird and empty mostly because our table – which I love, but which also is an excellent example of why The Ancient Rule Of My Mother, “Do not buy furniture before ye actually move,” should probably be followed – is both too small and too clunky for our place.
I have all sorts of fantasies about retro fabrics and lucite…
like that (ooh)…
but we bought a couch the size of Texas a couple of weeks ago (I AM SO EXCITED; it arrives sometime in the far-off, custom-microsuede-containing future; I’ll be sure to post a shot of every single creature in our house sitting on it all at the same time as soon as it gets here), so more new furniture isn’t happening right now. (What may happen is a pretty cool dining room chair rehab project I have in mind; more on that later.)
Anyway, back to the weird and empty corner.
I tried filling it with horrible, spindly things that I’ve dragged with me all over the country through several moves (I don’t even want to talk about them)…
And then tried filling it with also sort of horrible DIY-ed plant-ish creatures…
And then gave up, moved the striped vase and my little DIY project to our entryway, and replaced it with a HomeGoods planter. This looked marginally better because that planter is very cool, but still:
Sort of weird and empty.
And then I did some work on our living room (more on that in a mo’), and the contractor who helped me with the job piled a whole bunch of random stuff into that sort of weird and empty corner just to get it out of the way, and I was all…
oh.
That’s better.
