Are you the person in your household who has full creative control over how you decorate your house or even dress? Or, do you feel like a namby-pamby putz who’s incapable of making a decision? I do. When I walk into a girlfriend’s beautifully decorated home or admire her perfectly put-together attire, I can’t help wondering what I’m doing wrong.
My mother was an accomplished dressmaker. She made most of my clothes from the time I was a baby through high school and even designed my wedding dress.
I loved her creations because she had excellent taste. The problem was, it didn’t give me a chance to learn to pick out clothes for myself. Now, whenever I go shopping at a nice store, I’m a complete nincompoop. It’s also frustrating because the clothes at a lot of stores aren’t nearly as well made as the ones my mom made.
My daughter inherited my mother’s sense of style. She doesn’t sew but is a savvy and tasteful dresser. When she was a pre-teen, I used to stand there looking dumbfounded as she browsed the racks at Forever 21. She knew exactly what she wanted and everything she chose looked great. All I had to do was pull out my pocketbook.
My mother also made outfits for my kids when they were little. I was dying to pick out their baby clothes myself, but every time Mom visited, she’d bring bags of the most darling baby clothes imaginable. I admit, I sort of resented it because it gave me a lack of creative control in how my kids dressed.
My late husband was a clothes horse and loved to pick out furniture. One day, he went to a trendy store in LA by himself and found an expensive set of high-tech furniture that he wanted to buy for our apartment. He brought me to the store to get my approval. Everything he’d picked was stylish and I dutifully gave my okay. At the time, I was happy to replace the ugly wooden spool that had been our dining room table. After a while, his high-tech decor felt cold. In retrospect, I wish I’d insisted on something cozier that I had picked out.
I took this “What’s your decorating style” quiz here and it said my style is rustic.
After my husband died, I moved in with a boyfriend who was completely taste-free when it came to decorating or buying clothes. (He owned over 200 Hawaiian shirts) When we moved in together and needed new furniture I thought it would be my big chance to decorate the way I liked.
He herded me into a discount store and convinced me to buy stuff that was substandard at best. Most of it didn’t stand the test of time. Our over-sized couch, which I never loved in the first place, became my dog’s favorite place to sit and got torn up. I wanted to burn it.
He was also a packrat. We had to make his office off-limits to guests to save me from embarrassment. If I didn’t stay on top of it, his mess would creep into the rest of the house. He thought stuffed plastic bags, piles of DVD’s and rechargeable batteries were objects of art. His messiness definitely got in the way of my creative control.
In retrospect, it would have been better if we lived next door to each other.
Now that my mother is gone, guess who’s wearing all her clothes? Me!
Do you have full creative control when it comes to your home and what you wear? Or, are you still wearing your mother’s clothes too? Please leave a comment below.