Welcome to the second installment of The Inspiration Board, a new home décor feature on SheKnows. Below, I plot my first décor move now that I’m living with one man instead of six. Goodbye man cave — hello gaudy, girly chandeliers.
For the majority of my 20s, I have lived with roommates.
And the majority of my roommates were male.
Now I’m no tomboy – heavens, no – but as a result of the testosterone-dominated living quarters of my youth, I’ve become quite adept at decorating with colors like brown. Green. Covering ugly electronics with pretty swaths of fabrics. I draw the line at blinking Budweiser signs, but basically, I turn man caves into gender-neutral territories with ease and regularity.
As of May 2011, I live in my very own house. It contains just one other resident, my husband, so I’ve decided it’s time to let my girlyness come out and play. I’m starting with the one room that belongs to me and only me — my office — and shamelessly letting my estrogen flag fly. The best way to do it? A chandelier — obviously.
What is it about chandeliers? I can’t get enough of them. I want a huge, decadent one to hang in my office, where I can stare at its fabulous opulence while I work.
The chandelier is one of those home décor items that announces its femininity. It’s pretty for pretty’s sake. Have you ever seen one hanging in a bachelor’s home (unless he was a gay bachelor)? I didn’t think so.
The only problem is, I can’t decide what shape — what a problem to have! Shall I go traditional and Southern?
Or – my current favorite – mock shell disks?
It probably won’t surprise you that my husband has little opinion on the matter. But his sister does, and she works at Anthropologie. Not only that, she has actually made a mock shell disk chandelier, so I will likely enlist her crafty services.
There’s also the question of size. I wish I could tell you that my office was cavernous, that I run laps inside of it – but friends, that would be a bald-faced lie. If I lay down flat on the floor and put my arms over my head, I could probably touch the walls end to end.
So this will have to be a conservative chandelier (an oxymoron if I ever heard one). It must be girly, but demure — the Audrey Hepburn of light fixtures.
And since I am also obsessed with the color turquoise – and have already painted one wall in my office that color – a turquoise chandelier is obviously the way to go.