Who remembers that line in Clueless where Cher is looking at her (revolving) closet for something to wear and she says, “Decisions are the worst”?
Anyone? Anyone?
Well, I do.
And it pretty much sums up my life.
You see, I am the worst decision-maker. Ever.
Now this doesn’t apply to big decisions. I recently decided to buy a house in about twenty seconds. The decision about what color to paint the living room of said house?
Well, that one has been going on for about to six weeks.
Not only that, but should I HIRE it painted? Should I do it myself? Should I hire someone to paint the living room (where the heavy entertainment armoire will have to be moved) or should I just hire movers to come move the armoire and then paint it myself?
And curtains?!? I’m going to need new curtains!
And my couch! I’ve made three separate furniture decisions in my life and two of them were bad so now I REALLY want to get rid of the world’s most uncomfortable couch and chair, but then what?
I had a sectional in my apartment in college and I loved, loved, loved it, but I just don’t know if that would fit in the room I have now.
And my bedroom furniture is old and dated and not all that jazzy, but have you seen all the beds there are now?
Do I do a wooden headboard? Or the cool old-looking metal ones? Upholstery?
AND SHOULD THE UPHOLSTERY MATCH THE CURTAINS I CAN’T PICK OUT!
Crud.
I’m not exaggerating at all when I say that this is a source of some serious stress in my life right now. On the one hand, I wouldn’t mind paying for a little assistance in making these decisions. On the other, I have opinions and I want a house that represents my likes and preferences and not someone else’s.
I do know that I really, really like this dresser.
Although I had initially had something darker in mind.
And this is the bed that goes with it…
And I think it is really, really pretty.
But seriously… do you really think I’m going to clean under the bed? I’m a dust-ruffle person for a reason, people! I have dust under my bed. And probably a few random socks. And books. And maybe a half dozen dried out pens and highlighters.
I know that really cool, hip, fashionable people don’t buy all the furniture from the same collection. But let’s face it, I’m not nearly cool enough for that.
And don’t even get me started on the dining room situation.
There’s this table I really like at Pottery Barn.
But I’m not in love with the chairs. And, ideally, it would extend slightly farther than this one (even though my current dining room probably isn’t big enough for it to extend too far).
But then maybe I’d need a bigger dining room.
But that would require a different house.
Double crud.
So maybe those “twenty-second decisions” aren’t any better than no decisions.
-Ally
