I hate throwing clothes out. Oh, I've tried. I've gone through those "I am banishing all colour from my wardrobe and only wearing black" moments and, not two days after handing over all my rainbow coloured togs to Goodwill, felt a burning desire to nurture my inner five year old's Crayola-derived fashion sense. I got that feeling again on Friday, only this time it was in regards to my house.
Clicking through Alysia's Tree House By The Lake, I had instant style regret. I love her magpie aesthetic, the hodge-podge, jumble sale, "make yourself comfortable" everything-in-the-house-has-a-story decorating style and then, after the envy had settled, I realized that I missed my old couch. It was blue and velvet and squishy and outrageously big and over-the-top and I gave it up when I decided to re-decorate, determining that it didn't fit. Oh, I'm happy with my house but I miss the blue whale. And finally, I've learned the lesson. Next time, instead of tossing when I go through those moods (and believe me, I often go through those moods), I'm going to RE -- reupholster, repaint, recover, rethink -- so I don't end up with the other RE. REgret. Have you ever tossed something you wished you still had? What do you do when the mood to toss everything that's not nailed down strikes you?