For reasons too long to go into here, my living room is completely empty. To some people that might seem incredibly stark and sad. I’ve seen the faces of the few who’ve happened by, the startled looks as they say, before they can stop themselves, “Oh—you have no furniture in here.”
But I don’t find it sad. When I enter this empty room, I feel a sense of release. And possibility.
This room hasn’t been much used. Why? It’s the central part of the house, a space where I always envision my family gathered on rainy afternoons and winter evenings. Where I want to bring friends together to laugh and celebrate.
I believe the room was not hospitable. It didn’t welcome anyone. Or at least it hasn’t for a very long time.
Well, that’s going to change. But in order to fill your space with only things you love, you have to start with an empty room.
I’ve brought in a little color. There will be more. And then there will be some texture. I want textures that you can’t help but pass your hand across. And light. For years, I’ve been sitting in a dark room when I want lots and lots of light. I want to illuminate the corners. I want to soak it up. So I will.
I want warmth. I want my room to take the chill off its inhabitants. And I believe I can make that happen.
That’s the promise of an empty room. You can see it as a vacancy or you can see it as the biggest opportunity of your life.
Envision it full.