Today, I bit the bullet and cut the wall hanging.
Then, I shopped and shopped and settled on some fabric to cover the office chair (the tartan draped on the chair) and the chair cushion for the wicker chair.
I liked it a lot, actually. The colours worked well together and the tartan felt "libraryish."
But then, my husband agreed to hang one of our brick panels, "to see how it goes."
Rocked. my. world.
Um. No. Not anymore.
or something like this?
Now I wish I'd brought the drapes all the way to the end of that wall. That patch is distracting.
I bought some more yarn.
and a rug
and I am so freakin' excited again I can't stand it.