Some of you may have been following my 4-month-long couch saga (I think? Anyone?) and were overjoyed with the news that my new black couch has arrived. I AM TOO! But beyond the happiness I get from finally sourcing my comfy-yet-structured, cat/kid/husband-proof perfectly scaled brass-legged couch, I'm also feeling warm and fuzzy over how much better it makes my Clare Rojas painting look. (FUN ASIDE: This painting is intended to be hung vertically but we aren't kosher so we flipped it.)
If you take a look at the Before pics [below], you'll see the initial set up featured less furniture and less color (the chairs are in fact clear). A later rendition featured two puke-colored low slipper chairs. These are from our previous home, and I put them in the kitchen because we didn't more seating AND to preserve the light and airy look that was hallmark to our home.
In both scenarios, the painting looked fine (admittedly not up to my standard) but the space was getting on my nerves; it felt a bit blah, and to me, that wasn't OK. Slowly I incorporated contrast into the area with some accessories, barstools and new kitchen chairs. I liked the way each adjustment looked, so ultimately and against my husband's wishes (yawn) I went for a jet black mohair couch from Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams. The painting looks AWESOME now. Even my always honest/artsy Canadian bestie proactively commented on the difference, saying that she though thought the painting was OK before, and now it's a total win. I love it all, and that's a great feeling to come home to.
The moral of the story is: EMBRACE CONTRAST (and it's not just one thing that may be throwing your space off). In your walls, art, furnishings, accessories, food, clothes, life, etc. Being matchy matchy is easy and safe, but it gets stale fast. Existing in a visually interesting space is SO much more fulfilling and cheers to my obsession with black.