My philosophy has always been, if I love it I will buy it. I will worry about where to put it later. My mom always reminds me that if I walk away and keep thinking about it, I should have purchased it. My husband, on the other hand, believes that I MUST have a location/space in mind before I even think about it. Thankfully, my mother is quite creative in her design spacing.
A few weeks ago at the fall festival there was an ADORABLE vintage child's bike. In red. For a steal.
Me: I love it, it's so cute.
Mom: You have to get it.
Me: I know, but where would I put it? You know Steve will ask me where I'm going to put it.
Mom: It would look great hanging on the wall of the lake house or even on top of the fireplace mantel!
Me: I'm going to buy it before someone else does.
So I load it into my car and of course Steve is VERY skeptical. It's heavy and he thinks it's too large for the mantel. Swears it won't fit.
Ah, but it does and it looks great. Steve doesn't get it. My brother doesn't get it. But I love it and my mom and aunt do too.
It's definitely a conversation piece. Not too many people have a bicycle on their mantel and I like that. This bike has quite a few stories to tell. How many scraped knees did it cause? How long did Dad hang on to the back of the seat before he let go and all of a sudden, "Wow, I'm riding without training wheels!" How fast did it go when some little boy was racing home before dark? Many, many stories here. And now, it sits on my mantel.