Coming off the January Blog a Day Challenge and the Young House Love Thrift Store Challenge last month combined with reading this post by Ashley and this post by Kim, one notable thing has occurred to me as of late. I’ve been playing it safe.
With design and with my blog.
Let’s start with design. As you know, we’ve recently moved into a home I’d like to spruce everywhere. I’ve completed three rooms now in Sweetey Petey’s room, the dining room and the living room.
I haven’t blogged about Sweetey Petey’s room because ultimately I decided that was his space and not my place to share. Besides, after getting a Land of Nod catalog in the mail it turns out we are just plain miserly. Every inch of his room is NOT fully coordinated with mismatched but somehow still matched items that all totaled cost more than my car. And I’m talking the new car people, not the old car.
As far as Sweetey Petey’s room goes, suffice it to say I painted his new room a slightly brighter shade of his old room. Updated but kinda the same too. I told myself it was the logical choice. His sheets, his changing table cover, his chair, all his stuff still matches. Practical. Safe.
I am seriously considering painting a whale on his wall so I might share that once it’s done. Daring, huh?
I did blog about the dining room and shared how I painted half the walls the same color as the old dining room. The exact same color. How’s that for safe? Same pictures on the wall too. Same table. Same hutch. Same wobbly chairs.
Now comes the third room I’ve finished, the living room.
The colors in the new room aren’t exactly the same as the old room, just mostly the same.
Yup, I painted the new living room only a slightly varied version of the old living room. Same pictures on the wall. Same desk. Same creaky rocking chair.
I am currently working on the master bedroom. There is an attached bathroom and walk in closet which I haven’t tackled yet so I am only done with Phase 1 out of 5 painting projects in there. Wanna know what color I have painted so far?
Wanna know what color the bedroom was in my old house?
Oh hey, light grey.
I do go wild and crazy and swap the old maroon accent wall for a new orange accent wall that I still need to paint. Wild. Crazy.
Four rooms. All safe. Maybe it’s a subconscious attempt to make the new place feel like home. Maybe it’s a desire not to spend money we don’t have on new furniture and accessories to match. Maybe if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Maybe I misplaced all my creativity in the move and haven’t unpacked it yet.
Or maybe I’ve just been playing it safe.
I’ve been perusing a ton of home makeover blogs lately to revamp my mojo. Supermom and I have been working on a project to be unveiled soon to expand our redesign horizons. I’m hoping to dig my way out of the rut I’m in.
On to the blog. When considering starting a blog, much of the advice out there says to find your nook and stick to it. Cooking. Healthy living. DIY. Sewing. Whatever your schtick is, do that and nothing else. That sounds wretched. Midwestern Bite is a creative outlet for me and I cannot imagine being nailed down to one topic. Ugh. Double ugh. I like to think I am funny (hopefully you do too) so maybe that can just be my thing, but this post isn’t funny at all so, theoretically, I’d have to chuck it.
There’s also a little matter of vulnerability. It’s a term I keep seeing creep up in relation to writers, whether professional or not. Good writers need to be vulnerable. In my mind I struggle not to falsely relate this to transparency, an open pass into every corner of my daily life. Where did I go yesterday, what time did I wake up, what did I eat, what did I think of what I ate? Again, wretched. I’m sorry folks, but I’m a SAHM not a world traveller so my days are just not that interesting.
I need to adjust my understanding of the word vulnerable. I can be honest and interesting without subjecting you to the intricacies of daily life. Vulnerable doesn’t need to mean transparent. Right?
Although all those crazy people who log into Foursquare and post their exact location at any given time on their Facebook and Twitter feeds have to be the exact definition of vulnerable if there ever was one. Yikes. What a horrific idea. Perhaps those people should be playing it a little safer.
I guess that was kinda funny.
P.S. Please stop back in tomorrow for 23 Paws and a public service announcement that you DON’T WANT TO MISS. Seriously, if I can help just one person get through what we went through I will be a most happy blogger. I also have some fun posts lined up for next week that I just need some snaps for. Snaps is my new word for photographs. I stole it from Cinnamon and I’m not giving it back. See ya tomorrow!
Question of the Day: What do you think? Am I too safe?