risky business

Feast your eyes upon the crazy wall. It's risky, all of this stuff. 

The new rental has barely any full walls. Sounds funny, but truly they're a hot commodity around here. The bedrooms all lose wall space to bifold closet doors or windows. The living room literally does not have a single full, blank wall. There's a half wall, windows, a kitchen pass-through, and a fireplace. With all of the wall openings, things have the potential to get a bit busy because you're looking at multiple rooms or multiple views at one time. 

Example, this one side of the living room. We're battling a huge doorway to the eat-in kitchen, another substantial kitchen pass-through window, and an adjacent opening/half-wall to the entryway. Also, there's a legit vaulted ceiling, meaning the walls are extra tall.

All the dilemmas - eat-in kitchen view, pass-through window to the ultra retro kitchen, half-wall.

I spy the shed from our old rental, truly right next door.
 

A decorating dilemma to say the least. For awhile there was just the coral chair and the desk with the clipboards. (I love a good clipboard wall hanging. Funky and functional. Hoping to replace these cheap-o ones with legit boards with the chunky clip one day. Oh, one day.) I sit across the room on the sofa the majority of my days staring at this wall. The blankness, while safe, was so blah and stark. It needed some oomph. Like the clipboard thing, I also love a good frame wall. With a lack of wall space I've been brainstorming where I could sneak one into this house. I toyed with the entryway for awhile, but because of some horribly inconvenient air intake vents, we decided we'd try this narrow, tall span of wall. It's decent, but that left the other side feeling ultra bare. I knew I didn't want more frames or rectangular things. And remember, I'm working with what I have. So hello paint chip wreath, I hope you won't look lost on that wall.

View from the front door entryway.

The temptation is to wait and wait until I find something nearly free at a store to put up, or to leave it blank for fear of cluttering the walls, or to just throw something up there and live with it awhile and see. We went with the latter. The Nester's mantra kept playing in the back of my mind. It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful. It has to be us. Safe and blank is not how I want my home to feel. I also don't want it to feel overstimulating, so it's a balancing act. So, we'll see. But for now, this is it. And I really mean for now. That green floor lamp has moved back and forth about twenty times since we've moved. My mind is constantly going and reconfiguring. Whose wouldn't when glued to the sofa feeding a newborn for an hour a pop? Nearly an hour! The agony!

Now, on to updating the pictures in those frames.