IT'S OFFICIAL: I AM MY OWN WORST CLIENT
Last week, my husband and I moved from a nearly 3000 square foot home in north Portland, to a 2000 square foot place in southwest Portland. Since it’s just he and I and our two dogs, we decided it was time to move to a smaller space. We have no children, but I’ve always thought moving must be a little like childbirth – you only do it again because you forgotten how painful it was. This move was no exception.
This is my first move since becoming an interior designer. To say that it’s been a humbling experience is an understatement. I’d decorated my homes before, of course, but there’s something different about it this time. My expectations are higher and my fears are greater.
When I walk into a client’s home, I know pretty quickly what it is that the room “needs” – a warmer paint color, a larger area rug, more art. When I walk into my own home, I am instantly paralyzed and it’s absolutely vexing.
An example: No joke, I’ve taken home, tested, bought and returned more than a dozen area rugs for our living room. Questions I would ask my clients swirl unanswered in my head – “How do you want the room to feel? How much traffic will this area get? What colors do you prefer?”
In the end, I will figure it out. I always do, but I just wanted to share with you that when I say, “I feel your pain,” I’m not just paying you lip service!