Decorating Help

Once upon a time, when I was 26 and we moved into this house, I thought it would be a great idea to hang our plasma screen tv on the wall above our mantle. Now, at the whopping age of 28.75, I realize this was a pretty stupid idea….
When I was 26, I didn’t care a whole lot about decorating. I was just moving out of my toile/rest,oration hardware/shabby chic/anthro.pologie look, and was kind of getting into the Poverty Barn look, simple and clean.
And then that got boring. We became Mr. and Mrs. Beige… and I argued that it wasn’t beige, but rather “sandstone cove”… please. Who was I kidding? My house is BEIGE, except for my dining room which is sage… huge color move in there, folks… Oh who am I kidding… when we moved into this house, it was in such desperate need of help, I couldn’t think straight… beige was certainly better than 1950′s floral wallpaper… I couldn’t think clearly, what with the lack of braincells from chemicals used to re-do our hardwood floors, strip wallpaper off of 90% of our walls, and clean the bejesus out of everything… Let’s not forget the noise… hammers, sanders, saws, and then new found sound of mother in laws living too close for comfort…
Anyways, speaking of noise my mantle is screeeeeeeeeeeeeaming for some attention. It gets some ghetto love at Christmas (seriously, pre-made garland with some stockings was about as good as it got last year- pitiful) but other than that remains plain. White crown molding with what is it called… dental molding below that. Its a pretty mantle, but it needs some help.
What to do… what to do…
Tonight I bought 3 dark wood candle holders. They are various sizes. I bought orange spiced pumpkin chunky candles…. only for the color, what I would have paid for some cream NON vanilla scented ones… Not gonna happen apparently.
I dashed home, set them up, and only kind of like them. The other side looks neglected. It’s just sitting there… bare. I like symmetry and it’s not happening here… I thought of a vase with some twiggy things in it, fall-esque stuff…
I need help. I can help others, but I can’t help myself. Amy sends me pictures all the time titled “Be honest…” and “I know you will tell me what you really think… so go ahead…” And I do. And then I sit here in my own house, Mrs. Beige herself, and stare at an ugly, plain, boring white mantle against beige walls… and have no idea what to do next….
HELP!!!!
Being 26 was easier. Life was simpler then. Now I’m getting all fussy again…

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