I use a lot of color in my decorating. I see white walls, or any walls for that matter, and I feel that old familiar itch to go look and see what I have to cover them.
I spread quilts across them. I situate bookcases along them. I cover them in a multitude of paintings or wall hangings.
Somehow I always manage to fill them. As though I am building a fortress around myself.
Maybe I am.
But it's a new era. A new chapter I'm turning here.
And I am going to try to stretch beyond my comfort zone.
I am going to try to embrace empty wall space. And I am going to work on feeling less anxious when there are pauses in conversation.
Or social situations period.
So here are my walls with a lot of white space. For me anyway.
I've decided mirrors might look nice above each table at the end of the couch. Something that would reflect and give the sense of more space. Someday I will run across the right ones. Maybe.
I'm in no hurry. Or trying not to be.
Yes, I took down the two quilts that were here. I did it on a whim. And then I stood back and looked at the wall.
I thought: It's just too empty. I want to cover it with something.
But I resisted. It took willpower.
I will live with it for awhile anyway. Hoping it will eventually not seem merely bare.
But simply a natural pause in conversation.