I'm a little frustrated. A lot frustrated. Mostly with myself for never being satisfied with stuff! I've posted many times about changing my mind constantly. Well, folks, I've done it again.
It started with this post.
I stripped my bed, put all of the old bedding in the spare room, put on the new comforter and pillows (that took hours searching for), step back, and I sigh. I don't 'love it.' I love the colors. I love how airy and cheerful it is (compared to the dark browns I tend to go with). But I don't love it with my stuff. I have a bronze iron bed, and light colord wood furniture. And what I bought doesn't feel right with my furniture. (I would love to have new stuff, but mine is fine....so it stays.) And I feel guilty spending that money on something I'm not in love with.
So after many days searching online sites for a set I love, thinking I have 'it', and then realizing I don't, I'm back to the drawing board. Your bedroom is supposed to be your sanctuary. A place where you can relax. So far, it is only causing me stress. Grrrr.