Let's be clear about one very important fact: things do not a home make.
Great. Glad we got that out of the way.
With that, I enjoy making a house feel like a home by finding the perfect piece of materialism for just the right place. I've forever been fascinated with how your space can be an extension of who you are as a human.
I'm not about to spit some tough copy about how I survived the great depression and now I stockpile canned goods; however, I would be remiss if I didn't share that I grew up in a 1,000 square foot home with two lovely parents and two siblings averaging 9 years my junior.
So, people. Meet the Haney HQ.
Sharing a home with another human is weird. Whether a roommate or a spouse, throwing two personalities together and hoping it meshes is a pretty weird concept.
For this house, though, we were starting from scratch, really. We sold nearly everything in our Austin home before moving to Nashville so we were able to say goodbye to the red couch (whoo!) and the perfect dining room table (sigh).
I started with safe concepts: the color blue, concerts, books.
It were up to me this house would scream Pendleton, so I sought navajo patterns and western accents to bring a tick of Oklahoma to Tennessee. When you mix the new with the old then add in a bit of thrift shop / TJMaxx / Joss & Main, something magical happens. And that something magical is a place that screams, "yes. we live here. perfect."
There's something about claiming a pair carved wood rhino bookends as your own and knowing they're perfect for your home. One day, when you're dusting around them you'll remember thrifting east Nashville with your aunts and long for them to come visit - soon. Soon so they can dust all the thrift store finds because why is there so much dust?
Really, though, why is there so much dust?