Finally, the Jenny-Mike house is complete and we spent the last week in a whirlwind, moving our lives from one home to another.
In the process of this project, as designers do, I have planned every detail. From floor plan to cabinet hardware and lighting to paint color to furnishings. Every last detail, down to where the flour will live in the kitchen! I planned perfection.
I measured and measured again. I planned color ways. I imagined perfect life in each room and purchased and procured EVERYTHING accordingly. I spent the last 12 months scouring over and studying different designers’ work. The perfectly pressed window treatments, the beautiful white rugs, the exquisite white marble, the fabrics, upholstery, hardware, lamps, accessories, leave us all wanting and dreaming to live in such a perfect surrounding, right? And, I proceeded toward this imaginary goal.
I totally envisioned one of those family portraits from the magazines, in which the mom, dad, 2 children plus 2 dogs gathered in their new space cheesing in their Sunday Best. We would soon be THAT family! Just wait!
Last week we began to move in and finally recreate the perfection that lived in my head and my storage. And at first, it seemed possible. We did, however, begin to recognize a sort of unease within. How will we keep the white rug clean in the master? No more shoes allowed in that room. What about the Carrara marble in the kitchen? We’ll train our kids to wipe up every spill immediately! How will we overcome the anxiety of having such a beautiful buyer’s-remorse-producing rug in the family room? We declared, no one is allowed to eat outside the kitchen anymore.
BUT, just like God planned perfection in the beginning, then we came in a screwed it up, so it goes with my creation. Not that my plans = God’s! LOL. They certainly do not.
Despite our best efforts, this perfect dwelling, came to an end prior to the end of the first week.
Having signed up for a conference months ago, I reluctantly boarded a plane to Atlanta Monday afternoon. When all I wanted to do was continue unpacking and completing my project, I stuck with my original obligation to attend this design conference. Ultimately, I’m glad I did, having received some amazing and priceless content! However, just as I was beginning to allow my brain to relax in the hotel Monday night, Jeff calls. “I don’t know exactly how to tell you this, but I will say it wasn’t MY dog.” He states on the other end. After I take a deep breath and beg for more info, he goes on to explain how Opie (my dog who lives to please me) ate a HOLE in my family room rug!!! I calmly asked for a picture and hung up before I could begin a rant… “Why did he do that!?! Why wasn’t someone watching him!?! Where’s the nearest pound!?!”
Just like that, my perfect planning is brought down in a blaze of glory. After a half hour of silence Jeff sent another text exclaiming how sorry he was and that he loved me. I am literally laughing as I write this! It’s a RUG!! As my kids would say #FirstWorldProbs
As I read his text it dawned on me. I have wanted nothing more than to create a brand centers around families. My biggest objective is to create spaces for families to thrive in, to truly “live” in. I’m not even personally drawn to stuffy stale spaces! Don’t get me wrong, I would rather there not be a hole in my overly priced family room rug! But for that to be my reality, would mean no Opie!
It became crystal clear very quickly. I have a choice to make. Live in a visually perfect atmosphere alone (blah, blah, blah), OR live in an imperfectly beautiful space with a thriving, bustling, stimulating and most importantly, loving family? No brainer.
In my life I have waisted so much time trying to achieve perfection (which doesn’t exist) and missing the God-given and blessed life around me! In reality those families I mentioned before from the magazines, were hating life getting ready for that photo shoot! The kids were fighting tooth and nail for their right to avoid Sunday Best on a Saturday morning. The dogs were rushed home from the groomers just minutes prior to the first click of the camera. What’s more, the stains that appeared on the rug or walls (or both) hours after installation, were photo-shopped out of the pictures.
THAT is the best case scenario! The alternative is that the dogs aren’t allowed to play outside ever! The kids live in a prison of suits and violin lessons every day! As far as the interior in question goes, it is in fact never actually lived in! It remains in perfect form at all times! This scenario basically means their space controls them rather than the other way around. No thank you!
So, I’ll still be sharing all the wonders that is the Jenny-Mike house, but rest assured I will also be sharing life here! And the family pics will most likely be against my daughters’ wishes after a volleyball or track practice. This IS my perfectly imperfect reality!
Any suggestions on rug repair?
Happy Family Friday!