I’ve lived in the same house for twenty-two years. That notion astonishes me — especially because, on some days, I think I’m only about 25 years old. (I’m not trying to lie about my age. I just forget the real answer and have to stop and think about it!)
Over the years, I’ve done some redecorating. I used to have wallpaper in both bedrooms and in the entry hall — that’s been taken down and painted over for more than a decade. The living room walls used to be the lightest shade of blue that the human eye could register as blue, but they’ve been yellow for ages. My office used to have a deep lavender wall, covered over with white lattice, like you’d see in a garden, but it’s now a uniform green-blue shade that I call “chameleon” for the way it changes in the light.
I’m starting to feel an itch to move. My dream house, just around the corner, went on the market last month, but it was priced at $1.8 million. (Yeah, I dream big. No, the price wasn’t typical of the neighborhood, not by a long shot.)
It doesn’t make any *sense* for me to move. I’m a few blocks from a subway station, and I’m surrounded by almost every store I need. I can walk to a grocery store, a drug store, and the post office, and there’s a shopping mall a block away. There’s a farmer’s market that sets up once a week across from the subway station. I (mostly) have good neighbors, including one who is a close enough friend that she looks in on the cats when I travel.
But I want to change things. I want another room in the house, so I can set up a treadmill. I want a cozy reading nook. I want room to maintain a yarn stash, and a fabric stash, too. I want the peace and quiet of a suburban street, and I wouldn’t mind a garden plot for fresh tomatoes.
Mind you, I don’t use the exercise equipment I own now. And I can read in two chairs, a couch, and my bed. I have a coffee table with drawers for yarn, and an under-bed box for fabric. Suburban streets require a distance from all the things I access on a daily basis now, and I can get those tomatoes (and thieving birds, rodents, and deer) without all the work, from the farmer’s market.
So it’s time to change things up in Klaskyville. First up, this past weekend, was rearranging the guest bedroom — same furniture in a different configuration, making the whole space look fresh.
Next up will be a new reading chair, to be delivered this weekend.
After that, we’ll go big — probably paint the entire interior of the house. I’ve been thinking various neutrals, variations on taupe, but now I’m considering greys (and I’m not the only one who gets a vote!) And there’s a shadow of a hint of a possibility of a chance that we’ll redo one of the bathrooms — because in the current market that could be a huge “plus” in the sale-ability column, and we might as well enjoy it before we sell.
Because it’s likely to be another ten years before I move out of this place. So I better make it what I want it to be. Do you have any favorite “refresher” tips for spaces that feel a bit *too* familiar?