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.
