We hope you had an amazing weekend and are ready to hit the ground running this Monday! I’m ready to dive in myself and need your opinion on something.
So I have this dress…
Don’t all great conundrums start this way?
But seriously. I have this dress. Jcrew Outlet. Circa 2009ish. It’s a great little number in imagination land. It’s perfect with a cardigan and belt, red heels and a cute bracelet, or even rolled up a little at the top with a pair of skinny jeans. It’s a great little dress. I’ve hardly worn it. But I’ve always been a bit of a chicken when it comes to clothes. Jamin says I have fashion angst issues. I know. I’m weird.
This dress is a great dress. I would even model it for you, but I was feeling lazy and figured that might come across as a little self important. I’m all, “check out my dress, yo!” Not to mention, Jamin totally scored a few boxes of girl scout cookies yesterday, and so I just wasn’t in the mood to don said dress.
Give me a month. No judging.
But it would also look fabulous on my… sofa.
Hold up. Wait. Save your angry mob torches.
No dresses were harmed in the making of this photo.
I was just giving it a test drive.
I talk big, but when it comes to taking a pair of scissors to that great fun springy dress, I’m just not sure I can do it. And then I see it on the pillow.
You see, I’m torn.
Am I the only one who sees things this way? A table runner as a valance… A table cloth for bedding (coming to you soon from my overeagerbeaver imagination)… and alas, my dress conundrum. You just never know when inspiration will strike.
A friend of mine walked into Jamin’s office the other day and I told her to freeze. I was taking notes on her epic wearage of yellow stripes and grey and cream and denim. I wanted to turn it into a room.
I actually told a guy friend recently that I really liked his shirt. I then told him I wanted to turn it into a big quilt. It would have made the perfect blanket. He was all, “Thanks… so I’m wearing a quilt?”
“It’s a manly quilt,” I reassured him. At least I didn’t tell him I wanted to turn it into a dress for Emerson. Because that would have been even cuter.
What can I say? My friends are used to it.
For now, you have no idea how tempted I am to leave that dress wrapped around the pillow in the middle of the sofa. And people can come over for dinner and I’ll be all, “Oh, don’t mind this pillow. I just wrapped my dress around it.”
Like the totally normal person that I am.
Fast forward and I’m on Regretsy for my latest human hair American map tassel pillow collection.
That escalated quickly.
What? They totally make those.
So, what say you? Do you eat, breathe and sleep interiors like me? Sometimes I wake up from a happy dream where I’m decorating and I’m bummed because I wanted to see what was going to happen. Other people dream about Justin Bieber sing along concerts and visiting Willy Wonka’s factory or having hair like Barbie. I dream of decorating.
So should I slice that puppy up and give it a ‘better’ life? Or should I give it at least one more season? I could make at least two pillows out of said fabric fabulousness.
And more importantly, have you ever been there, done that, and regretted it?
Have an inspired day, everyone!