It's the little things.

Ok, I am going to preface this by saying I am not a crazy person. Maybe a little obsessive, but certainly not crazy. This weekend, Brendan and I went to Target to grab a few things for the house. While we were there, we saw this beautiful black, white, and beige rug. I just thought it was so classy looking and could be the perfect remedy to what I like to refer to as the Charleston-blue epidemic that has swept our living room. As the same suggests, our living room has seemed to attract any type of grayish-greenish-blue accessory known to man. Or women. More so the later, specifically a women (not to be named) who loves to give us all kinds of things in this color.

It had become more than I could stand. Our rug is beautiful, but as I was slightly overwhelmed by the wide-spread blue sceme it was promoting, and thought that swapping it out with this new monocromatic rug would solve all my problems. Brendan firmly concluded that all we really needed was to get rid of the blue throw pillows we had, and replace them with more nutral ones. But I convinced him otherwise, so we looked and looked for the right size. We scoured three Target stores in our area to find it. Of course, none had it stock, so we went home, exhausted from searching and confused about what to do now that we resolved to get rid of our current rug.

The next day, we went back to Target to pick up one more thing (I can't even remember what it was), and low and behold....there it was. The black, white, and beige rug we'd been on a mission to find the day prior. Taking this as a sign from God, we snatched up the rug, matching throw pillows, and a blanket, and brought it all home.

After all of the rug-rolling, pillow-tossing, and rearranging...we hated it. I felt really dumb, but in true form, I loaded everything back in the car, and returned every last bit of it.

Forget what I said at the begining. I am totally crazy, I know.

So we ended up getting brown and beige throw pillows and replacing the weird grassy stuff in the vases by the TV with green hydrangias. And whatd'ya know? No more Charleston-blue overload, no more feeling like I live in a beach house 24/7. The little things make all the difference.

And Brendan can't stop saying "I told ya so."

No more blue pillows!!

Brendan picked these out. The hubby's got taste!

As usual...

Much better than weird sea grass.