"The box is there for a reason." - Me
I am not the most creative thinker. I'm a rule follower. I do things the way they've always been done. This made me pretty good junior associate when I practiced law but understandably hampered my advancement. In a discussion with my husband once about the concept of "thinking outside the box" and my resistance to the whole idea, I vehemently responded that "the box is there for a reason." He said it was possibly the most defining statement I'd ever uttered.
We lived in this house for two years before it dawned on me that I could just dig up the ugly bush that annoyed me every day. In my mind, it was a healthy plant and only my problem that I found it ugly. Eventually, I clued in that I owned the bush and, if I hated it so much, I could get rid of it and replace it with something better. See, I'm slowly coming along.
Paint has been a revelation for me. When house hunting, I was always hampered by bad decor. I just couldn't see past it, couldn't envision what that floral wallpaper could become. Now that I've repainted a few rooms and discovered the ease and effectiveness of a can of spray paint, whole new worlds have opened up to me. Until recently, I'd never considered looking at used anything; garage sales, thrift stores, craigslist were all just other people's nasty junk. Then I went all crazy last spring and bought a scratched up, water-damaged red armoire, which I (with my dad's help) converted into an attractive light yellow art supply cabinet.
I also used to spend way too much time looking for just the right thing--right size, right color, right everything. Now, I accept "pretty close" if I can see a way to work with it. It's a whole new world, aided by ideas from the Internet.
Case in point: Last week, I was reviewing my son's school work from last year, deciding what to toss and what to save. I found four prints he'd made in art class and decided they would make good wall art.
I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to find a square frame with a mat that wasn't huge. It must have been my lucky day, because Michael's had ones just the right size in stock and on sale. However, once I was home, I decided that the dark brown frame didn't really look very good with anything else.
Nearly every frame in my house is black, and those in the room in which I plan to hang the prints are white. I know, I'm supposed to match the frame to the art not to the room, but I really wasn't doing that either. Anyway...I decided to repaint them white. I recently repainted a natural wood frame hanging in my daughter's room white, so I already had a can of glossy white paint on my shelf. I sanded the new frames, painted them white, and used them to frame my son's artwork. They now hang on the guest bedroom wall.
Until recently, I would still be searching in vain for just the right frame, in the right size and the right color, at the right price. Now, I accepted two of three and fixed the third. Not bad for a girl who lives in a box.