Several people have asked me for updates on my on-again, off-again relationship with the dream chest I was trying to purchase for my upstairs landing. This is the chest I wrote about in my post entitled “That’s Why It Is Called A Reservation.”
For those who were not riveted by my first description of my rocky relationship, I will recap. Saw chest, fell for chest, thought I had secured chest, went to pick up chest, chest was sold to another, heart was broken, possibility of another chest was on the horizon. To be continued…
I am happy to report that, not only did I secure my new chest (after a fair amount of inconvenience), but the nice man at the Pier One in Fremont knocked a few additional dollars off it for my trouble. The chest became the deal of the century. Oh, and we have worked through the rough-patch in our relationship.
Here it is, sitting in its appointed spot. What do you think? Worth the emotional turmoil?
It is kind of like me — it doesn’t photograph well unless the lighting is JUST right. And it looks taller and thinner in person.
Now, a word about me and decorating.
I can’t do it.
I really can’t. Somehow, I was born without the innate ability to feather my nest. I try, but it just doesn’t come naturally.
Now, to fully understand my decorating dilemmas , you need to know a bit about me. You see, I am a total commitment-phobe. Let’s just put it this way, I was engaged three times, but couldn’t quite go through with it until the last time. There are many reasons why (not the least of which being that I was waiting for my husband, who, not unlike my dream chest, was just what I had been searching for, and, despite being a bit banged up, was the deal of the century). But I will not go in to all of that here. Suffice it to say that most of the problem was my reluctance to commit. Because when I do commit, I am all in. That’s a big decision.
Anyway, now that I have been married and deeply committed in my relationship for 13 plus years, my aversion to commitment has transferred over to the decoration of my home.
Settled as I am with my husband, it now takes me FOREVER to settle down with a decorating choice. For example, I have paint sample patches all over my walls because I can’t decide which color to go choose. (See those samples back behind my dream chest? On those otherwise starkly white walls?) When I first put these samples up, my husband was encouraged that I might be close to making a choice.
That was six months ago.
Closer to choosing colors? No such luck.
All I have done is eliminate about 6 of the one hundred trillion colors in the world.
It may be a while.
This is why the chest thing was a big deal for me.
Thank goodness that worked out all right.
Anyway, this brings me to a decorating device that I can whole-heartedly recommend, especially for the decorating commitment-phobes like me.
For those who don’t know, a Fathead is basically an industrial strength adhesive decal that you stick to the wall. A Fathead sticks like nobody’s business, but comes off easily. Best of all, it can be moved and reused! Fabulous.
Ok, maybe not the decorating tool that will solve all of your interior design issues, but these things are great for your kids’ bedrooms , your play room or your basement. I have also seen more than one Doctor’s office adorned with one of these babies.
I wish I could think of a way to decorate my living room with one without making it look like a frat house, but I can’t. Oh well.
But the Fathead (and frankly, its knock-offs) have resolved several decorating roadblocks in my kids’ rooms.
Let’s take my son’s room. I was considering repainting his room. It was blue, because this went with the bedding for his crib. He is now 12. Might be time for a change.
I was considering a change to tan. It would only take me about 5 years to choose from all of the possible tans. This would bring him to his senior year in high school.
This might not work.
Then, the Giants won the World Series. And I discovered the Fathead.
This is Andrew’s room now.
And, while Fatheads aren’t exactly cheap, they are cheaper and far easier than painting. Obviously the large one took two people to apply, but my husband and I got it on the wall in about 20 minutes. The rest of the decals took about 5 minutes to apply. They are very substantial and really adhere to the wall.
Best of all, they come right off and can be stored and/or re-applied.
So, in other words, if the Giants don’t shape up and make it to the post-season, Andrew can transfer his loyalties and remove them from his wall.
Not that he would do this.
But the Giants might want to start hitting. Just in case.
Fatheads are primarily available in sports themes, though they do have a connection with Disney, so princesses, the Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana are also available. So are some superheros and Star Wars characters.
All of these leave my daughter flat. She is no longer a Hannah Montana fan since she saw a picture of Miley Cyrus smoking.
But all is not lost. I found non-Fathead decals at Cost Plus. There I found all sorts of fashion and art related decals. These decals were much thinner and somewhat more difficult to work with, but they were also much less expensive.
My daughter could express her personality, which, at 8, is a bit all over the place.
So, if you decorate your daughter’s walls with Miley Cyrus and then Miley gets her tongue pierced or arrested for shop-lifting, so what? In an hour you can change your daughter’s room over to that of a Parisian fashionista!
These dealies are right up my alley — they don’t require commitment.
But if you come over to my house and find that my living room looks like this:
I do. Require commitment, that is. Please haul me off immediately.