I saw this commercial several years ago and I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried for this lamp. I wanted to run out and wipe the rain off its little shade and bring it into my warm and loving home. Of course that was in one of my nesting and amassing phases and what I conveniently forgot about at the time was my design schizophrenia.
I’ve toyed with just about every type of décor you can imagine, from craftsman, to country, to contemporary and everything in between. My mood can vary from year to year, house to house, or even with the season. When the heat of the summer kicks in I want to purge the clutter and turn my house into a cool, clean, contemporary oasis. In the winter, the need to nest kicks in and I want to be cocooned by warmth and tradition.
When we moved to Naples I was in a contemporary mood and had visions of finding a loft apartment with clean lines and a minimalist feel. Turns out there aren’t too many of those around Napoli town! So when we found our apartment in Posillipo and it met our only requirements – a city apartment with a view and shopping and public transportation nearby, we grabbed it.
The apartment screamed for a classic approach – so not my mood at the time. Deep down inside I knew I’d never be happy with classic because I tend toward the contemporary side, but I forged ahead anyway. Taking a page out of The Not So Big House by Sarah Susanka, I embraced the concept of “a house that favors the quality of its space over quantity.” I was done with put together furniture from Ikea and reasoned that since I had a small apartment there was little need to spare any expense. I would invest in quality pieces that would last a lifetime.
If only my love affair with them would last too.
Before I knew it the apartment was awash in a sea of heavy, classic furniture and I felt the walls closing in. What I wouldn’t have done to be able to throw it all out on the curb and feel no guilt. But no, we had made substantial investments in these pieces and they couldn’t just be discarded like the poor little Ikea lamp. So for the next few years I cleaned them, took care of them and tolerated them but I had no desire, except for the financial investment we’d made, to save them from the fate of the lamp.
And then fortune struck when we found our Chiaia apartment. Half the size of our Posillipo apartment, I would “have” to purge these pieces. And, I would finally get the opportunity to return to the more contemporary feel I longed for when we first got here.
So I edited, edited again, and edited some more. Finally, I knew just what we’d be keeping. Now all I had to do was get rid of the rest and come up with a plan that could accomodate those pieces along with some new ones in our new 60 square meter apartment. I’ll save the details for the next post, but I can tell you this much, it definitely included a familiar stroll down Ikea lane.
If you are just tuning in, you can read the rest of the saga at Moving from Posillipo to Chiaia.