I’ve had a shitty couple of weeks, and I feel like curling up in bed and only getting out for food. In fact I’ve just had a drink to calm myself down after a session of bawling my eyes out because I feel so…overwhelmed by everything, mostly a string of bad decisions that I’m paying for now.
Maybe the gin wasn’t a very good idea. Now I’m struggling to see my screen, I’m slightly buzzed and my left arm feels a little numb – a sign that I should lay off the alcohol for a bit perhaps?
I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Maybe I just need to write it down and get it out because it’s cathartic – my own form of confessing to a priest. Maybe I’m just tired of pretending I’m fine all the time. Maybe I’m hoping that by sharing this imperfect piece of me, I can show those of you who are convinced I live a (relatively) perfect life that I don’t. I’m just a Cultured Cow winging it in life, hoping for the best and making mistakes along the way. At least I’m doing it in heels. I may not be in control of everything, but I can control how I look while going through it. And I can control what the space I’m crying in looks like.
I recently shared pictures from my most recent styling project for Fashionable Stepmum, which I’m yet to complete but making decent progress with. I’m not usually in the habit of buying myself what I get my clients, but the moment I saw the bookshelf I’d ordered for her office from Muundo, I knew I was going to get one for myself.
I’ve wanted a statement piece for my dining room for sometime now, just to give the eyes something to look at other than the black walls. This space has undergone quite a bit of transformation in the last two-and-a-half years. This is what we had before:
Painting the walls black with white detail and getting a sisal rug and some accessories definitely made it look a lot better.
But I still wanted something that would bring some height into the room and allow me to display my small book collection, while at the same time letting me play with different pieces of décor and switch things up a bit whenever I felt like it. So I got this custom bookshelf.
Spent about an hour styling it, determined to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t eat or shop my feelings. It was quite therapeutic, and now I’m convinced that tidying up and redecorating/styling might actually be better than retail therapy and comfort eating combined. This is what we have now.
I really like how it turned out, especially since I accessorised the shelves with stuff I already had in the house. The only new items I purchased are these two terracotta vases I bought on Instagram while looking for some retail therapy.
They cost more than I would usually spend on vases, but I’d been eyeing them for a hot minute and thought I had earned the treat. That’s why they’re so high up, away from my toddler’s hands.
I also tried to colour co-ordinate my books, mostly because I had the time, couldn’t be bothered to remember which genre each book is in, and I like pretty things.
I’m also a little bit crazy about this leather magazine rack from Whitebull, who I’ve been a big fan of for while now.
I don’t buy magazines so I thought it would be great for storing My Lover’s records, which he barely listens to but loves deeply. There’s something about playing music from an antique record player that whispers “I’m cooler than you but won’t say it” in a sexy baritone. Still waiting for him to show up with New Edition, Boyz 2 Men and other 90’s bands I’ve requested. Ahem.
Anyone got useful tips on bookshelf styling that they want to share? Drop them in the comments. Or just post something kind that might help other people reading this post. It’s ok to not be ok, remember that. And sometimes, if the only thing you can control is having a neat apartment or bedroom, then do that. It’s cheaper than shopping and better for you that comfort eating – or random solo drinking.