Ever since my self-imposed home spending hiatus last year, I rarely make impulse purchases for the home. 30 days of no home spending helped me change some bad habits and be more mindful of my home purchases. Once and a while though, I cannot resist.
Sometimes I come across something so great, I just have to take it home that instant. That is what happened when I saw these brass wall letters at Crate and Barrel. At first glance, I thought those are amazing, but probably cost a small fortune. Then I spied the 24.95 each price tag. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the price again. Then, I ran frantically around the store searching for…a bathroom for my 5-year old (come on people, I don’t need brass wall letters that bad). After a potty break, I calmly found the nearest sales associate and excitedly (okay, maybe overly-excitedly) asked if they had a J and H in stock. They did. I checked out immediately.
Once I decide to make an impulse buy, I go straight to jail without passing go and without collecting $200! Not really, but I exert enough self control to go straight to the checkout without even looking around the rest of the store. I make my one impulse buy and walk straight out of the store. I prevent an impulse buying snowball effect, by preventing myself from looking at anything else. Aimless wandering is not good for the budget!
So why J and H? Well, every person in this house shares the J-H first and last initials. Also, there is a sort of funny story from our military days related to our initials. Every morning I had to brief the commander on the state of the computer networks. My husband was responsible for some of the equipment, so he had to attend every briefing. In the military when the commander walks in the room everyone stands at attention (looking straight ahead, feet together, and arms pinned to your side) until the commander takes his seat. One morning a few weeks after our wedding, after I changed the name tapes on my uniform to my new last name, the commander remained standing for an awkwardly long time. He looked back and forth between my husband and me. When he finally sat, the first thing he said was, “so, did you get all the towels monogrammed with JH?” Everyone in the room chuckled. I am sure I turned bright red and replied with, “No, sir. Good idea, sir.”
Nothing compares though to the General who once came to a briefing. The General noticed our matching name tapes. After realizing my Irish freckled face does not look like a Hernandez, the General asked me if I knew my husband. I said, “Yes, sir.” He leaned in and asked, “Biblically?” That time my commander was more embarrassed than either of us. He turned red and hastily replied to the General, “Yes, sir. They are married.”
Oh, we are proud to be JHs. I always write J Hernandez on all our return mail labels. The only tricky part was figuring out initials for our stockings…I opted for fully spelled out first names and nicknames instead.
Anyways back at home, I found the perfect spot for my wall letters. This awkward little wall between our foyer, dining room, and family room has been begging for some wall decor love. But, it is plagued by a thermostat and light switch. The brass wall letters stacked one on top of the other fit the narrow space well.
One lesson learned on my hasty impulse buy: I should have checked the letters before checking out. They brought them directly from the stock room and I assumed they would be fine. Once I unwrapped them at home, I noticed a big dark splotch and a small dent on the edge of the letter J. It is a 30-minute drive to exchange them. I should have checked them before leaving the store.
Well, I thought I found the perfect spot, but the hubby isn’t so sure. He has me second-guessing myself. It is pretty rare for my hubby to question something I put up, so when he does I pay attention. I try to take my blinders off and take another look. I always want everyone in the house to be happy with my decorating choices.
When my hubby said I could wander around Crate and Barrel while he went to get coffee, I was elated. He does not share my love of spending hours wandering furniture and home decor stores. When I spotted the brass wall letters, I texted him a photo to see what he thought and if I should buy them. He said, “Yes!!!” almost as quickly as I had decided I wanted them. But, now that they are hung up at home we are both unsure.
I like them, but I am no longer sure if this little wall is the right spot for them. The hubby is not sure about the location or the brass color. We have other brass touches here and there, but these are a bit more in your face. Just like wall paint can look different in different light throughout the day, so can metal finishes. These take on almost a copper look in the bright morning sun.
When looking towards our dining room, where there are a few other brass touches, I love the look.
I am not as sure if I like the brass wall letters when viewed looking towards the family room. There is a lot going on already with our family room gallery wall, and I am not sure if the big brass letters are too much.
So, the fate of these wall letters is in your hands now. Do you like them? Do you like them on this wall? If not, should I return them or find another home for them? What would you do?