The living room of my house was the first I designed in my head. I lost sleep over the thing! I did sketches! I spent hours virtual shopping. I've researched couches and searched and searched for the perfect one. I even posted a mood board of sorts before we even bought our house--you can find it here. I've since changed my mind about the couch. About 30 times.
I actually have something very specific in my head. The only problem is pulling it out of my head, finding it someplace, finding it in the exact right size and finding it for a reasonable price (my limit is $800--you may laugh at me now). This is what happens when you are incredibly picky. Some things I don't mind one way or the other. Apparently couches are not that way.
I think this might be the one, but in a tan microfiber:
David and I painted three pieces when Griffin was a baby for our apartment at the the time. They turned out alright, but there was always something missing to me. We actually put some IKEA wall decals on them, so once they fell off, despite being Mod Podged, I figured they needed to become different pieces. Plus, they didn't match anywhere in our new space.
Two are going to end up in our master bedroom, but this one was slated for the living room.
The previous owners had left a ton of joint compound in the storage room. We were using it to repair the hole we knocked in the wall (we are sooooo close to being done with that project--it's taken long enough!), and we thought we'd use it to add some texture the canvases while we were at it.
I textured mine, then used a butter knife, a fork and a scrubbing pad to put my design on the canvas.
Once it was dry, David painted it black for me. Then I added the color on top of the black, highlighting the texture, except for the leaves, which I painted green, then highlighted (lowlighted?) with black.
While this is going to end up on the wall, I had a little bit of fun putting together a little vignette on my buffet (one of the few pieces of furniture in my living room). I just started collecting milk glass--I'm sort of obsessed. Consumed. Engrossed. Infatuated. Riveted. By milk glass. (Yes, I used a thesaurus. Milk glass is just that awesome.) Everything besides the art is antique store, thrift store and yard sale finds or inherited pieces. I even got the sea glass at a yard sale!