What buying neon fish art taught me about taking up space
We just finished loading the car to head home from our third and final beach vacation of the summer. Tucked between the puzzle board and the girls’ suitcases is a new piece of art I fell in love with at the Charleston City Market.
Behold!
I LOVE this thing. Favorite color combo, fish, and I got to meet the artist, Liz Roberts.
I am also fully aware that a big piece of bright fish art is not for everyone.
“Where are you going to put it?” Michael asked when I pointed to it with a big goofy grin on my face.
Our cozy house has shockingly little wall space. We already have a new print Michael got for Christmas that’s been waiting to be hung, not to mention a backlog of half a dozen framed artworks hiding in my office closet.
So I started negotiating myself down. Don’t go for the 18x24 piece. An 8x10 or even a 5x7 would fit really well in our kitchen or bathroom, and that would make sense.
Oof.
Shrinking (in this case, literally) what I really wanted in order to be more palatable, more logical, more convenient.
That’s the opposite of how I’ve committed to living my life, and what I help the women I coach to do.
As soon as I realized I was even thinking about it, my next move was easy.
I grabbed the 18x24, handed over my credit card, chatted with Liz and her assistant, and proceeded to walk through the rest of the market absolutely glowing.
And where am I going to hang it? I’m thinking it might go right by our front door, where everyone will see it.
