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Are Women More Indecisive than Men When it Comes to Decorating?
Does your head hurt? It should. Or at least I wouldn't blame you if it did. Mine certainly does. You're looking at just one small section of the Janovic store in Chelsea. Who knew there were so many colors in the world?
Last night I went and finally bought paint for the bedroom. I had one final anxiety attack about it, and then I just bit the bullet and chose one shade lighter than Jamaican Aqua. I don't even know what it's called. And frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
I wasn't the only one in a tizzy over there. I met two really nice ladies who were also quietly freaking out about colors. Everytime I go in there, it's full of women freaking out about colors. More on that and more photos after the jump...
Anyway, this store full of women making decisions made me wonder if women are more indecisive than men. I know my mother is--it took her months to choose a white for her kitchen--and it makes me so mad how she hems and haws about everything. But now here I am, doing it myself.
But one of the women I met--a photographer--said her ex-boyfriend has spent nearly a year trying to buy a new couch. He puts money down; gets it back; buys something; returns it. Could it be his anima doing him in? Or do we all just have so many choices it's impossible to make decisions quickly?
What do you think?
Freaking out about choosing paint: Could it also be that being decisive, when it comes to colors, would be much less fun?
If I really really really needed to get that room done, right this minute, I'd go with my painter's favorite - white. But seeing how many decisions I have to make on the spot all day long, letting the right half of my brain play ping-pong with the left about a color scheme is a luxury.
Apart from that, though, could it be that making a decision about colors is maybe fear of failure, or success? What if I discover that deep at heart I love being the home maker I just know I don't want to be (and what if my mother actually liked my place, or my boyfriend started feeling claustrophobic?)
And what if I find I don't have a good sense of color, am I maybe missing some female instincts I'm "supposed" to have?
And then, everyone and their pooch knows about Luscher's color test, so am I maybe giving away my innermost secrets to every casual visitor...?
Whatever it is, I've made my decision: Grape Green, Light Daffodil, Aspen White, plus, for accent, some Exotic Purple and a good measure of Bull's Eye Red. And Basta la Pasta, on to new adventures of the mind...
Right on, androth99!
Hey I was laying awake nights trying to figure out what area of the color wheel, much less actual color, to choose for the library. Then my boyfriend, who suggested the horrible-sounding "sand" said he'd decide, and in defeat I let him. He picked a marvelous warm ochre and confessed "You know how long it took me to choose it? I walked in, picked the chip off the display, and said 'Yup, that'll do it.'"
We chalked it up to his gay gene but now you've made me think it's just 'cause he's a guy.
Well, I'm not one to be an essentialist. I hate the idea of men being one way and women another, especially because I think we're all some unique mixture of masculine and feminine. But I do think men may be raised (perhaps because they're expected) to be more decisive. I'm not sure. But much to say about all that.