Back when I was a teenager...I would hang magazine pictures of young women who had the kind of thin figures I desired for myself - what I thought was beautiful. I figured, if I posted pictures of models' bodies, it would inspire me to eat right, work out, and potentially attain the unattainable. Sheesh! What a waste.
Now I collect pictures of what I want my house to look like; images that inspire me, color combinations that strike my fancy. So much more attainable! (And not nearly as intimidating.)
Isn't it crazy how an image can stir you? I can look at a photograph and not be able to sleep most the night because the wheels in my head are turning at break-neck speed and won't shut off. Then I wake up on a mission to head to Home Depot first thing to buy paint. What the? Am I ill? Or am I just extremely passionate? I really don't care which. All I care about is convincing hubby I MUST paint the front gate azure blue. Go ahead, call me crazy. (Like I've never heard that one before...)