When I hung the Hungarian embroidery in the hall, did anyone wonder where the photograph that was there went? You might have spotted my not-earth-shattering change in my new Pyrex post. I did a switch-eroo & removed the DIY’d painting from the kitchen (its “hanging out” downstairs now) & hung the photograph in its place:
I liked my painting but I just wasn’t liking it there. I also de-cluttered and stream-lined the kitchen a bit. I had itty-bitty things everywhere and I’ve removed some & re-arranged others for a simpler, cleaner and more usable space. The abstract, although I loved it, was just too much pattern – the circles, the houndstooth, the pattern of the floor tile, the herringbone back splash, the Marimekko tea towel – it was just too much with no cohesion. With the new chalkboard knife block, a trimmed down colour palette and fewer patterns, the space looks much better.
Does anyone else feel like sometimes a little, seemingly insignificant change feels more momentous than it really is? This change just “clicked” for me. Weird, right?