I have a confession: I have a beautiful home. It’s tastefully yet interestingly decorated. It’s functional and beautiful. It’s relatively clean. That’s not really my confession. My confession is I have almost nothing to do with this. My husband, in addition to his many other talents, has an amazing eye. When people compliment my home, I always feel a little shame knowing they assume I chose the design.
Truth is, if a decision isn’t made almost instantly, I get anxious. If it were up to me, we would have bought the the first house we looked at. Conversely, my husband will carefully consider every option for the smallest decision. It drives me crazy, but we have a lovely home.
I love the way fresh flowers look on the table, but it’s not really practical to buy a fresh bunch every week. There are some nice fake flowers, but hubs is a snob about stuff like that. So, his most recent project was a living centerpiece for our dining table, almost entirely made from stuff from ikea.
I don’t have in progress pictures, because I didn’t do the project
He bought 3 of these bowls
and lined the bottom with river rocks (which apparently they don’t sell at ikea any more but you can get at home depot
The plant section of ikea is filled with mostly plastic plants, but hidden in plain sight are some real ones. These plants are hearty- I mean they live in an ikea. He picked out a mix of succulents and cacti gently flattened the dirt and roots, and aranged them on top of the pebbles. He added a little potting soil we had in the basement, just to make it even. Then he put another layer of pebbles and that’s it. I assume he’s going to water them now and then, though I don’t really know for sure- plants stress me out.