Much scientific research has been done on the human ability to make choices, and the ideal number of choices to enhance satisfaction. The answer: a maximum of 6. My theory is that 6 is the magic number after our personal filters have been applied. For example, there are hundreds of makes and model choices of cars, but only a handful in my price range, and only a couple with the features I found important. My choice became easy and satisfying BECAUSE there were more than 6 options.
In situations where my personal filters don’t weed down the selection sufficiently, I tend to get sucked into inaction: an analysis paralysis poster child. In starting this blog, in choosing carpet, in planning out what I want to be doing in 5 years – all of these involve seemingly endless possibilities. I end up feel like George Costanza /Chandler Bing in that it is so easy to find something wrong with all of them!
Carpet has been the major example of this lately. There are different types, different colors, different manufacturers and warranties, installers…. I finally just got fed up. I picked a type where the seam would be less visible (that would annoy me every time I saw it – sorry, berber), one that felt good to the skin (I sit on the floor a lot, so texture is important. I’m discovering that “normal” adults don’t do this. I blame my mother!), one that was in the “cat puke palette” (Thank you, Andrew, for coining a variation of that phrase!), and one that I could afford. I then officially stopped looking. I’m done. The install was done Monday. Here are the before and after shots… but first, the sample pile!
The reason I wanted new carpet is my place was a rental before it was foreclosed on and I became the lucky owner. The previous tenants obviously drank a lot red Kool-Aid because there are cup-sized red rings on the carpet all around. This one was in the bedroom.
I didn’t have the money to replace the carpet when I bought the place, but thanks to some bonuses at work and a lowering of my property taxes (I’m ignoring the fact that it is a reflection of lower value for my property!), I now had the the money to buy this:
I’m ALL excited. I did my traditional carpet angel under where the bed was reinstalled – as I do in every place when I move in.
Am I satisfied with my carpet even though I had more than 6 options? You bet I am, but ask again when I am no longer under the influence of “new carpet smell”… and boy is it strong!
So what cases of analysis paralysis have you been faced with …. or were you smart enough (and wealthy enough) to get new carpet installed BEFORE you moved in?